Buy You Some (feat. Erick Sermon, MC Breed & Kool-Ace)

Woo! Ah, ah, ay-ah, ah, ah, ah And you don't stop, ah, ahh, word is bond, word is bond Now introducing the sound from the ghetto E Double and Too $hort, what the fuck you thought? I come with the ruckus, it's my thing when I swing I'm born to Mack, always strapped, with the black gat Who out there I swear boy wanna get touched Roll up, and catch a slug to the chest, so duck I talk the talk, walk the walk, now nigga Five hundred S drivin' with hand on trigger Crazy Lestat, check my track record Everything I touch is gold since 18 years old So what that mean? I roll the blunt And puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a minute Crazy hold me doctor me 'cause I be rockin' B Sewin' up like Monopoly, nobody's stopping me Dig it, Funkdafied like Brat, how's that? I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a 20 sack Who said the E can't rock? That's bullshit Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls You wanna brawl? Punk I thought not You might get beat down and stomped like Sasquatch Your girl, like Keith Sweat, I wanna fuck her Psych, I already stuck her Huh, I got rhymes to make your whole head swell up Here's an ice pack homeboy shut the hell up I rock the mic with Too $hort Y'all niggaz know what's happening Everything he touch goes platinum Eh-yeah! I made a half a million in a week And every nigga on the street got a tape playin' me You can't believe it? Erick Sermon, rolling with $hort Rolled from California all the way to New York In big Benzes, G hooked it up Now we tryin' to squas, all that East-West stuff We spent years in the studio making funky tracks Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps It's like Father Dom, it's like Keith Murray Making millionaires but it ain't no hurry 'Cause we all in it for the long run I won't leave the studio until a song's done And ain't nothing really hard about getting my cash A big fat house wit, a million stash You other niggaz got this rap game distorted Giving DAT's to the label, straight getting shorted Claim you're getting paid, but I can't tell You keep rapping in my ear got me mad as hell You talk a good game but I don't believe in you Be smoking lotta blunts but I got more weed in you I guess I see you on the charts in the meanwhile Another face in the crowd plus some freestyle Wishing you could be in the light Promoters pay me ten G's just to breathe on the mic Bitch! $hort Dawg putting it down with the E Double In the house Representing money (money, money I got) Buy you some nigga (money, money I got)