Business As Usual lyrics

(let`s take it to the stage, sucka)

Erick sermon:
It`s the e, and i`m smokin`. wild like tone loc, i`m roastin, bakin` mcs,
The e i`m not jokin` so back up, punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse, before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p...
[parrish: what`s up, e.d.?]
Pass the uzi, to blow up, any wack mc that show up,
There goes one, blast `im now.
[e, hold up.]
*don`t make me wait-wait* because it might be too late, the punk might escape,
And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and i`m-a catch a bullshit charge,
Plus trial.
It`s my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck mc that can`t hang.
Don`t forget, i`m crazy swift. my name is erick sermon
[yeah, and i`m parrish smith]
I could act foolish, start blastin`. ha ha ha ha, now who`s laughin`?
I`m-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me...
[...holler like ya know me!]
I`m mad...

Refrain:
(here`s a little story, i`ve gots to tell) {scratching} (i`m mad!) 4x

Parrish:
My life story i tell straight from the heart.
When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start.
A young black kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.
Straight up hard work. no sleep and no shorts.
Brainstormin` with the skills that pop duke taught.
To keep swingin`, yeah, and not to quit.
Now i ride the benz, you ride the dick, with your punk friends,
Straight up pussy from punk city, my attitude`s fucked up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends,
Who swim in my pool. when it`s time, flex the benz,



Around town, windows down at the south town, cool j tape or k
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