Erick Sermon - On Smash lyrics

(Busta Rhymes) Yeah, what's up Busta Rhymes, Keith Murray in this b**h A busa bus, yeah Flip Mode meets da Def Squad together once again 2003 muthaf**as, yeah all runin through you Welcome home Keith Murray (ah thank you baby) Streets mission n***a, lets give it to em, check it aw yeah [VERSE 1] Its Flip mode we be all over da place Quick to lay n***as down and lawnmower they face f** your b**h before she go to her wedding f** around and beat you're a** with two sticks just like the number 11 And yo I f** with your current and I f** with your spouse And f** y'all n***as up for talkin sh** in your own house We see y'all n***as bounce and say one You even got no kind a line a credit in da hood that you from I keep my doe stacked for them n***as Spot f*ggots everywhere like I keep a low jack on them n***as Pretty b**hes sprinkle on they chanel After we f** em all in da club frontin like they p**y don't smell Then they call me mister nice guy like Daved Chappelle How we just be pounding da p**y and makin it swell f** that flip mode never fail how we successfully banish b**h n***as till we see em in hell [Chorus 2X] (Kell Vicious) Now, guess who's comin through the streets With heat and fire that make the people Say that them n***as got it on smash You know them n***as got it on smash You know them n***as got it on smash [VERSE 2] (Keith Murray) Yo it's Def Squad we be all over the place Hog tie, split your back fold you in a suit case Yeah it's the Mr. Keith Murray Mr. Beef Curray Don't worry come thru and crush your burberry hat like blueberry's And all those waiting the waiting is over y'all If I don't come wit some sick sh** I ain't coming at all But listen you my brother and I love but you pitiful And getting in you're a** is so therapeutical And just think these hoes be trying to prink When they know teiy look just as stink as hellery swink And cheating rappers make me madder than M&M The night he saw kim kissing that Arabian, I ain't go forth Pistol whip you, catch a case, get probation violate For smoking more trees than Dionne Warwick The way I be sh**tin'on the mic I gotta laugh And use a whole roll of tissue to wipe m stanking a** [Chorus 2X] [VERSE 3] (Keith Murray) Ah yo first of all my rap style is not compatible When white boys come around they be like yo Kell your sh** is radical My hang 10 surfs up I left them clueless Not that many MC's out there can do this This the same old G Darrly mack da ol e And I don't need your back da Gat can hold me Ain't state I ain't been without the mac 10 Kell Vics muthaf**in' yeah I'm back again Now everytime I grab the microphone I set the sh** on fire Cause yo I ain't no joke I'm sharp like barb wire Machine gun kelly so don't get jelly Cause b**h you (can put it in your mouth) like Akinyele You he's fakin da funk take thes n***a home he drunk Before he wined up in my trunk I gotta left that will fracture your chest and crack ribs L.O.D. mutherf**er we gonna see you again [Chorus 4X] Yeah, Def Squad, Flipmode, L.O.D., P.T.P You know we got it on smash Street n***as, got the streets on smash All ya fake a** up there front, we'll come through Y'all know what to do Don't worry, Murray vision ain't blurry Ayo E