Do-re-mi Lyrics - Erick Sermon

feat. LL Cool J, Scarface 

[LL Cool J] 

Uhh, uhh.. yeah 

See I know how to get down, word up 

It's so hot it's, LL's version of the East coast chronic 

Smoke 'til your lungs collapse 

You supposed to be the nigga, where all the drama at? 

So ironic, L came back 

Flooded the market - got your mens on the wall 

holdin his blunt, too fucked up to spark it 

Show me a nigga who can do like I do 

Then gas your mans up so I can rip that nigga too 

Braggin you goin platinum like that shit brand new 

I was platinum in eighty-five, what THE FUCK wrong with you, huh? 

Come (?) L - what you call rocks to me is minerals 

Tried to throw salt on my name, shit's political 

The baddest man on the planet 

So ill when I'm spittin niggaz take it for granted 

Cram to understand it, I'll switch and write it lefthanded 

Heat my pinky ring up and leave your bitch branded 

Got a voice like a cannon - nigga shoot 

I don't think she really hot, your career is a fluke 

I'm the best MC to ever touch the pen 

Take a look at what I'm doin it will not be done again 

As sure I am the descendant of former slaves 

I'ma resurrect brothers from they mental graves 

Make 'em confess - LL's the most rugged 

God, and no man's above it, gotta love it 

[Chorus: LL, Erick] 

DO - get this bread, use ya infrared 

RE - fuck the industry, it's all about 

MI - you ain't goin - FA 

L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA 

DO - get this bread, use ya infrared 

RE - fuck the industry, it's all about 

MI - you ain't goin - FA 

E said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO) 

[Erick Sermon] 

Uhh, E Dub on the microphone 

Droppin bombs - spots get blown 

So why would you assume my style wouldn't bloom 

When I rap, wack MC's vacate the room 

Cause they suck, and that's how I feel 

I'ma smack down the A&R who signed the deal 

Then wrap 'round his neck yo' reel to reel 

So next time he know, how the real feel 

Get loose and wrap hand 'round the steel 

Leave you in the truck, wrapped 'round ya wheel 

(I ain't playin) But why'all front like I ain't it 

And every rapper why'all like, sample my shit 

(Name one) I'm nice, and there's no mistakin 

I threw a bomb rhyme in the hands of Troy Aikman 

My track record is out there, gone 

E.T. like maybe I should phone home (hello?) 

I'm known for the dome bangers 

Drop any song of mine right now in the club and it's DANGER 

Scarface, E, LL Cool (jigga jigga) 

J, never heard it spit this way, hey 

[Chorus: LL, Scarface] 

DO - get this bread, use ya infrared 

RE - fuck the industry, it's all about 

MI - you ain't goin - FA 

L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA (that's right) 

DO - get this bread, use ya infrared 

RE - fuck the industry, it's all about 

MI - you ain't goin - FA 

Cause 'Face said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO) 

[Scarface] 

You a trash-ass nigga, slash garbage-ass rhymer 

You switched from the raw to a chart climber 

And now your shit is blowin out the stores 

and uh, next month you fin' to go out on the tour but 

Count - (two, three, and, four) 

Your records ain't sellin no more 

And damn - you done spent your money galore 

Buyin all the stupid shit that your money can't afford (uh-oh) 

Tryin to keep up with the trendy 

Got your bitch minked out in all Fendi 

Bought your homeboy a brand new Bentley 

And the well that wouldn't run dry is now empty 

It's simply, cause you wasn't focused on the next day 

and your next tape you can't give it away, but hey 

I send these to these niggaz tryin to keep up with the Joneses 

Everything you see me I owns it 

I've been quietly sellin tapes for thirteen years 

So let's get, that, clear 

You might have sold a few more tapes, but 

realistically, are you that great? (nah) 

Can't get respect but I done paid dues 

Stood on the block slangin cooked up rocks, I'm the same dude 

I've been the same nigga since I came through 

Do-re-mi too, damn fool!