Get Da Money

[Erick Onasis (Sermon)]<br>Check it, when I come in the place excitement<br>Like a plane watch, take it to Jacob and iced it<br>E coming through in the purest form<br>On some Striesand shit, when a star is born<br>I might rock a fake diamond watch for this evening<br>You rob me, end up dead for now reason<br>I approach those that wanna cramp my style<br>When I ask they be like "Huh" like in Juvenile<br>Crack a smile, say a rhyme thats straight out cold<br>Strong enough to grab you with its choke hold<br>So whats cha`ll want, don`t dare taunt<br>`Fore I leave you in back of somebodies restaurant<br>Layin flat with the rats and cats<br>By a cardboard box where the bums be at<br>And one more thing, for those that wanna bite my shit<br>I hope you choke and nobody give you the himelic, DEAD<br>Onasis Aristotle, on the mic paint a picture that would awake Picasso<br>Yeeaaahhh, yeah, you can`t be believing it<br>You imagine it, you and to me are both seeing shit<br><br>Chorus: Erick & Ja Rule<br><br>No matter what the deal, we get the money money<br>No matter how we feel, we get the money money<br>Without, or with the steal, we get the money money<br>Walk around with a fat bank roll, we get the money money<br>No matter what the deal, we get the money money<br>No matter how we feel, we get the money money<br>Without, or with the steal, we get the money money<br>Walk around with a fat bank roll<br><br>[Ja Rule]<br>E-Dub, get a nigga involved, let me spit a few bars<br>Of murderous material, niggas venirial, diseases to me<br>And its startin to burn when I piss on emcees<br>Niggas want it with me, who I be?<br>The one that got you ready to run<br>The one with rhyme or reason to bust my gun<br>Whats the outcome, another nigga gettin smoked?<br>Another nigga found slain with a tongue out his throat<br>Son its no joke, I pump lead like bad dope<br>And leave niggas nodding out with no hope<br>I`ma spit various flows, and fuck various hoes<br>Rule, E-Dub, and Short Dog it shows<br>That the niggas with the money get the bitches bitches<br>Rolled up on dubs, deep dishes dishes<br>Niggas don`t want it with me<br>J-the A-the R-U-L-E <br>Nigga I get the money money<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Aiyyo, who asked who I be, I`m the phantom<br>With a microphone to blow spots random<br>Got distribution boostin from here to Houston<br>Known for full fledge producing<br>Cats were reluctant <br>When I came through the spot a crunked it<br>Laid back and funked it, yeah<br>No matter what, I puts in work<br>E, I do it all day, I do it in spurts<br>Suckers lost up in NYC with ???<br>Fake thug emcees that never did dirt<br>Yo, me and Ja Rule make ya holla holla<br>We get money like minister ??? dollar<br>Us two linked up, cased the bank and hit a brink up<br>Past the bar and mixed the drink up<br>Believe I got major cash (How?)<br>Street talkin like Big Boi from Outkast (Uh huh)<br><br>Chorus