S.o.d. Lyrics - Erick Sermon

Yo, I'm a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician 

Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking 

Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen 

With a black fifth up against my head, just, click, click, clickin' it 

We check the barrel and start respinnin' it 

We, I start, medics start sowing and restitching them 

My constituents and scorpions poisonous stingers filled with opium 

Stay grippin' 'em, I've got a venomous heart, filled with vigilance 

That will shatter ten continents and ten palatinates 

Envision the vengefulness, visualize the vindictiveness 

I rhyme with Sid Vicious viciousness 

You be kiddin', soft like kittens 

My grills are pit bulls, they will kill when I say sick 'em 

Restrain me, restrict me 

I'm arresting resistance, can't be apprehended nigga 

You got a problem with E 

If you got a problem, come a holla at me 

And if you want it, we can get it started 

Plus I got the whole squad siding with me 

Let the catty spray and wet up the matinee 

Smack niggaz with both hands like patty-cake 

Violate and I will retaliate 

I don't battle fake niggaz, I'm heavyweight nigga 

GMG, fam, we gladly hotta 

Behold the sorcerer's stone like Harry Potter 

And I'm like Harry Potta, we scary riders 

Can't get near the dadda 

I swear to God I'll come find where you hidin' 

Have my high, finding beamers and ninas 

Leave the area shot up, you hearing me Patna 

I'm a fucking five star general, to drive cars into you 

Ic' dodge interviews, one flip of the mack, take all ten of you 

This message intended to, who's ever offended Duke 

Yeah, you my nigga, but you could still get it too 

So don't test me, I don't wanna do this shit to you 

You got a problem with E 

If you got a problem, come a holla at me 

And if you want it, we can get it started 

Plus I got the whole squad siding with me 

Live from the NY state 

And I got one question, guess what's in my waste 

Y'all got me pisted off slick talk 

To get that Jacob watch, I'll cut your wrist off 

I'm in the limo too long to turn 

And this motherfuckin' Dutch taking long to burn 

I'm impatient, this is a song you learn 

Make money, take money 

And I'm hear to confirm my occupation 

The new boss of course, the new Porsche 

I pull up just to murder you niggaz and move off 

You too soft, Red Cafe from New York 

I tell a bitch quick, I'm hot can't cool off 

I twist lesbos, and guzzling out exos 

My firearms stick to my waste like Velcro 

It's R.C. nothing phony about me 

With E double the O.G. you know me 

You got a problem with E 

If you got a problem, come a holla at me 

And if you want it, we can get it started 

Plus I got the whole squad siding with me 

Yeah, I know, you never expect me to anchor 

I bring it to them so called pranksters and them gangsters 

I run DMC's from rappers that's petter piper 

I am the big apple, ain't nobody ripper, man 

I'm not M.J., I'm a lover and a fighter 

That's why I'm in D.C. now, looking for the sniper 

I came in the game with hoodies and timberlands 

Hard since Cypress Hill been wanting to kill a man 

I did time, a thirteen year bid 

I'm gutter E, I'm hanging on the side of crib 

I'm a fan, but I hate what you're doing 

Whenever you performing shows it's me booing 

Ya as soft as your bid-die, you punk now 

And you gonna be a punk at sixty 

Dog, ya need more team to get me 

I'm a G, and my Unit come through like Fifty 

You got a problem with E 

If you got a problem, come a holla at me 

And if you want it, we can get it started 

Plus I got the whole squad siding with me 

You got a problem with E 

If you got a problem, come a holla at me 

And if you want it, we can get it started 

Plus I got the whole squad siding with me