Erick Sermon - Love L.O.D. lyrics

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Erick Sermon - Love L.O.D. lyrics

Intro: Yo, I seen them motherf**ers out in the street Them p**y a**es (Man, f** them n***as anyway) Hood rats and those fat, rolly polly punks Keith Murray: Yo Kel (What up?) yo answer this question Why are we the nicest in this f**in' profession? Kel-Vicious: Yo, it's um, simple philosophy Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D. (yeah, yeah) Aye yo 50, (What's up?) answer this question (What's that?) Why are you the best in your profession? 50 Grand: Now when I'm creepin' on a b**h M.C Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D Keith Murray (Yo, what's up 50?) answer the question? (What's that?) Why are you be the sickest in this profession? Keith Murray: I been all around the world hearing the wack M.C.'s It's doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D (Aye yo) Ask yourself the very same question Why are we the wickedest in this profession? 50 Grand: I'm breaking back with Def Squad constantly Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D Any n***a want to step, get busy Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D Kel-Vicious: I be the bushwa freaker coming thourgh your speaker My jams be getting stronger While your sh** be gettin' weaker Now Kel be playin' kids like the NY Knicks Taking it to your a** with these rhymes and sh** Cause kids contradict themselves when they be rhymning Sounding like sh**, off beat with no timing 50 Grand: Now soon as I touch the paper, see you later I shut your lights off like a blackout So hit the circuit breaker I'm the worst trouble you ever had Vocab like knife stabs Comin' wild k**in' in a paragrah Holding n***as ransom, it runs in my blood Maybe my grandson might be wild like Charles Manson Keith Murray: I be the gimmie, the got ya Been blastin' n***as way before the remix "I shot ya" The proper hip hopper, fading em in the Palladium And bustin' each and every n***a, bubble in the Tunnel After the sunshine comes the rain Hold up, wiat a minute, let me back up and just explain Hook: I been all around the world What battle me? Take this autograph home and give it to your family All I hear is booty stinkin' a** wack M.C.'s Stricly doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D 50 Grand: n***a your life means nothing to me, challenge L.O.D The average n***a style s**s like a hickey 50 G, the M.C.'s brain buster, mic crusher Dirty money quicker picke upper, crew duster Now that L.O.D.'s up in this motherf**er Leave a known rapper with Broken English Like Smooth Da Hustler Keith Murray: Some thing make a n***a laugh, make his a** cry He rolled a seven I bet it all he turned around and rolled snake eyes My thinking cap is bigger htan a f**in' Sade's Stay all-terrain, rainin' on all parades The street is my bed and the corner is my pillow I'll k** your f**in' a** and for your crew I'll do ditto Kel-Vicious: I'll leave a n***a dead, and stinkin' take his soul Cha-boom, cha-boom fill him up with holes Natural born k**er, iller than the rest (Where you at?) East coast to west I keep it real kid, I freak the flow until it's naked n***as get paniced and frantic and can't take it Hook