Get Da Money Lyrics - Singles - Def Squad

[erick onasis (sermon)] 

Check it, when I come in the place excitement 

Like a plane watch, take it to jacob and iced it 

E coming through in the purest form 

On some striesand shit, when a star is born 

I might rock a fake diamond watch for this evening 

You rob me, end up dead for now reason 

I approach those that wanna cramp my style 

When I ask they be like "huh" like in juvenile 

Crack a smile, say a rhyme thats straight out cold 

Strong enough to grab you with it's choke hold 

So what's cha'll want, don't dare taunt 

'fore I leave you in back of somebodies restaurant 

Layin flat with the rats and cats 

By a cardboard box where the bums be at 

And one more thing, for those that wanna bite my shit 

I hope you choke and nobody give you the himelic, dead 

Onasis aristotle, on the mic paint a picture that would awake picasso 

Yeeaaahhh, yeah, you can't be believing it 

You imagine it, you and to me are both seeing shit 

Chorus: erick & ja rule 

No matter what the deal, we get the money money 

No matter how we feel, we get the money money 

Without, or with the steal, we get the money money 

Walk around with a fat bank roll, we get the money money 

No matter what the deal, we get the money money 

No matter how we feel, we get the money money 

Without, or with the steal, we get the money money 

Walk around with a fat bank roll 

[ja rule] 

E-dub, get a nigga involved, let me spit a few bars 

Of murderous material, niggas venirial, diseases to me 

And it's startin to burn when I piss on emcees 

Niggas want it with me, who I be? 

The one that got you ready to run 

The one with rhyme or reason to bust my gun 

Whats the outcome, another nigga gettin smoked? 

Another nigga found slain with a tongue out his throat 

Son it's no joke, I pump lead like bad dope 

And leave niggas nodding out with no hope 

I'ma spit various flows, and fuck various hoes 

Rule, e-dub, and short dog it shows 

That the niggas with the money get the bitches bitches 

Rolled up on dubs, deep dishes dishes 

Niggas don't want it with me 

J-the a-the r-u-l-e 

Nigga I get the money money 

Chorus 

Aiyyo, who asked who I be, I'm the phantom 

With a microphone to blow spots random 

Got distribution boostin from here to houston 

Known for full fledge producing 

Cats were reluctant 

When I came through the spot a crunked it 

Laid back and funked it, yeah 

No matter what, I puts in work 

E, I do it all day, I do it in spurts 

Suckers lost up in nyc with ? ? ? 

Fake thug emcees that never did dirt 

Yo, me and ja rule make ya holla holla 

We get money like minister ? ? ? dollar 

Us two linked up, cased the bank and hit a brink up 

Past the bar and mixed the drink up 

Believe I got major cash (how? ) 

Street talkin like big boi from outkast (uh huh) 

Chorus