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Erick Onasis - Vangundy lyrics
f/ Def Squad All Stars, PMD
 [Billy Billions]
 Yo, you really got all them guns but can't hunt me
 Billy run NY team, like Vangundy
 Spit wit a hand in my pants, like Al Bundy
 Get the wack shit from them, and then from me
 Billy on CD, then cop it bro
 Only got true love if it profit bro
 And I live life hard, you can't knock it bro
 If I know I'm gon eat, what I'm stoppin for
 Watch it bro, let me do, the best be who
 Billy get the most votes like Pepsi do
 Gutter, enertain crowds like Chris Tucker
 Talk shit, be a fist up ya, gon get knocked out
 I'm nervous like drunk taxi turns
 Bitches be wantin me like they tax return
 Gotta chill I got tracks to burn, and L's too
 My whole crew is straight from Belvue
 If you wanna test I failed you
 Leave you stiff like a statue, cement you, then sell you
 Bill spit with pride, you spit sissyfied
 Bill shot tip hop like Missy died
 [Bo]
 Blow my thing reckless, F E 1's will never catch me
 My sixteen will make you see different like epilepsy
 Fuck a contract, we bomb tracks, so contact
 This strong facts, avengin this lyrical combat
 Wit dope bomb, then post long
 I'm on the mics like En Vogue song
 With the heart of lion like Voltron
 We don't pop champagne, east New York, this aint a damn game
 No powder here neither cuz we aint tryin to run no campaign
 I spit sickly, why my scrotum is where my clit be??????
 I rip flows and generate cream like Bill Bigsby
 East New York, you know we lockin it down
 And all that platinum stuff you talkin bout we droppin it now
 [Ruck]
 We like songs to vocals, weedheads to bongs and nodles
 I'm tryin to get more paper than the Barnes & Nobles
 The don'll show you, meet villa I'm calm and noble
 But soon as you break the love, gotta bomb and roast you
 That's the motto, when I catch that ass tomorrow
 Wit a luger from Germany, and a bag of hollows
 Half a pound in the bag of bravos
 Meetin connects, only thing them hoes getting is hash and cosmos
 The screwdrivers, crash bar with blue foggers
 On the truck, DVD, TVs and two ballers
 And the headrestes, smokin blunts of the best cess
 Watching Tae Bo, bitch in the back doin leg stretches
 [Nolan Epps]
 They bury niggas put 'em on while I'm wildin
 Born in Georgia, make my way to Long Island
 Suffer county nigga, fuck a barn and a bounty nigga
 Never lost but you lucky that you found me nigga
 I take this rap shit more serious than others
 Born an only child no sisters and no brothers
 Uh, but attack it like I got an army behind me
 Used to run the streets now the crib is where you find me
 Cuz in the streets it's either kill or be death row
 And I aint tryin to die I'm tryin to live to see mo' dough
 Now that's realer than "Real Deal Holyfield"
 A nigga hooked up with E and got mass appealErick Onasis - Vangundy - http://motolyrics.com/erick-onasis/vangundy-lyrics.html
 New crib, big Benz with the chromey wheel
 Lovin life, stress free how a nigga feel
[car crashing]
 [Big Kim]
 Watch out, like The Beatnuts
 I get loose like sluts, givin it up
 Easy on these cuts
 Me diggy dog I'm a hog for rap I break tracks, black, so
 Make way for the boss, the rap Diana Ross
 Def Squad baby girl of course
 Go ahead talk shit like you know
 All you see is the doobie wrapped through the cracked window
 Pitch black, Tahoe
 Ghetto style, microphone fiend since child
 Long Isl, I'm the black tall star
 Rippin tracks bar for bar, who wanna spar
 I'm K I M, behold the black queen
 In a pair of Gucci boots, frames and matching jeans
 Baby girl comin through
 Payin rise on Funky Noble, soon to be global
 [Sy Scott]
 Sy get hostile, in thin square time's illogical
 Rap done fucked up and created a monster
 Tryin to do with verses, crime watches
 I make niggas get second opinions from 12 different doctors
 Watch out I pull my crotch out
 Technical knockout, make niggas quit like 9th grade dropouts
 You enlighten me when I'm angry, I'm stir crazy
 New nigga in rap I don't know if you heard lately
 Sy Scott I'm the shot like the glock
 With the dot, smoke on top, fresh out the box
 I'm, artistic, they all autistic
 Tip it all to me fuckin with the ultimate
 Authentic, arsenic, arguments is augmented
 They agonize on many minutes after admittance
 The meanest what I mean is I'm merciless like Ming is
 My mean street mangles the meaningless
 Seem seemingless when I'm singing I win when emceeing
 Skim cleaning like spring cleaning
 Def Squad Mr. know it all
 *Stick to the rivers and lakes you used to don't fuck with the waterfall*
 [PMD]
 Ayo, I don't care unless the game change
 Don't ever try to erase my name, and I find a rapper slain
 Lay dead in a train, laced with cocaine
 You know the M O, still writin like I'm shoppin a demo
 So fuck a limo, we blowin out mics with our mens yo
 Still crack your back, still snappin necks
 Still all up in Chase Manhattan with the E Dub cashin checks
 Hoodie on and black, with the gat, that go splat
 For any niggga that wanna jump up and act like he that cat
 Get your shit pushed back, when I'm, heidy ho
 So leave me alone when I'm ridin low, slidin slow
 Chronicked out off the Cali 'dro
 Mic Doc and E Dub in your grill lettin you know
 I definitely hold my man down and he holds me
 Pumpin Ghost's CD, The Lox, Jadakiss is where it should be
 So when our crew strikes they strike proper
 When they start sprayin shit to fuck up
 Fuck callin the cops, call in the ghetto chopper
 I'm nice with mine, precise with mine
 When I cop jewels to floss, yo I cop ice with mine














