Imma Gitz Mine Lyrics by Erick Sermon

Imma Gitz Mine Lyrics

    [erick sermon]
    Aooowwwwwwwwwwwww!
    Part one, the mastermind begins upon a quest
    Gettin stupid -- shootin rhymes like arrows shot by cupid
    Ahh, you so crazy, is what somebody told me
    You can't hold me, so why you actin bold g?
    Come correct when you steppin dude, don't get rude
    Or i might blast you durin my interlude
    But for real though, i'm doper than chronic
    A million dollar man, but i'm not bionic
    Erick sermon, a name you know so don't front kid
    E.d., rock the mic and roll the blunt, ya dig?
    Goal is to get naughty by nature
    And blow up like when girls blow up my skypager
    Make loot by the stacks - so when i come back
    Through my neighborhood, they see i'm doin good
    I got my hat to the back, my hands down below
    So act like you know

    Chorus: erick sermon (repeat 2x)

    Imma gitz mine, you go and get yours (3x)
    Imma gitz mine, you got it!

    [erick sermon]
    Part two, show the way i flip the funk lyric
    And get ghost - with the magical form of spirit
    I do my thing, i don't dare front or flake
    I commence to earthquake, dominate, and cremate
    Abuse and use a funky form of dialect
    When i mic check, i freak the ill concept like
    Skip to my loo my darling, i hear someone calling
    Hey, erick sermon, yes yes y'alling
    I got funk by the ounce to make you bounce
    To the bus stop, and flash back to the wop
    Now i got the +vibeology+, in a funky way
    Somethin paula abdul would say
    My style development, should be arrested
    Arrested development, _everyday people_
    From my heritage kickin, e's on a mission
    It's a black thing kid, and not the blonde ambition
    Mackaframa, fly mack-dose
    Got props from north south, east and the west coast
    Like michael jackson boy, just _leave me alone_
    Cause once again it's on

    Chorus

    [erick sermon]
    (worrrd) one two, as i speak upon the funk
    Why is that when the ?, the people told the junk
    Man, we can't have anything
    Why can't we all just get along like my man rodney king
    I'm a young man, doin what i have to
    Who asked you? i'm doin what i gotta do
    I'm guaranteed to have my own show, like arsenio
    If i maintain to be a desperado
    Stayin wicked when i kick it through your speaker
    You might think i'm a alien, but that's a corny ?
    Because my ways are, "strange -- and i like it"
    And got power like a psychic
    I'm +cool like dat+ when i react with the rap
    But if you ain't down with it then get the bozack

    Chorus

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