Artist: Erick Sermon f/ Fred Da Godson, Mone, Swizz Beatz Album: Breath of Fresh Air Song: Set It Off Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Erick Sermon] New York! [Fred Da Godson] (Swizz Beatz) Fred Da God! (WOOOOOO!!!) Yeah! (OHHHHHHH!!!!) [Mone] (Swizz Beatz): Mone! (RIGHT!!!! ONCE AGAIN!!!) [Fred Da Godson] (Erick Sermon) Aiyyo E! (Huh?) It's fire boy!!! Swizzy!!! [Mone] (Swizz Beatz): YEAH! (LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!) YEAH! MONE! (PLEASE! LET'S GO!) [Verse One: Mone] Hands to the ceilin yeah we come to do work Don't nobody move ain't nobody gettin murked Wrist covered in jewels time piece a small work Diamonds screamin hallelujah watch cost a small church Get it how we live it, spend it like we print it Everything we tint it we buy it you niggas rent it No, don't be offended I give you niggas the business Stay in your bitches dentures you would think I was a dentist They label me a menace, and waxed Homey you need that white, Ajax We move 'em by the square, 8 tracks Swag on a mill I ain't even to the max yet Racks on top of racks shit we all about that action Bunch of bold yellow bone bitches Toni Braxton Take a hard hit, to the face, Meeka Claxton Your bitch up on my stick, when I hit I'm Reggie Jackson [Chorus: Erick Sermon & Swizz Beatz] We 'gon get it poppin in thus mu'fucker GET IT POPPIN!!! We 'gon set it off in this mu'fucker SET IT OFF!!! Hands in the air in this mu'fucker HANDS UP!!!! We don't really care in this mu'fucker DON'T CARE!!! Get your drinks up in this mu'fucker DRINKS UP!!! Smoke that good shit in this mu'fucker SMOKE SUM'N!!! We got all that cake, in thus mu'fucker GET MONEY!!! Ain't nobody hatin in this mu'fucker SHOW LOVE!!! OH! [Verse Two: Erick Sermon] Uh! Yessir I feel great And! Even if there's hate in the air I'm still straight And! Even though they sayin we dead it's my state It's the apple, this balloon won't deflate Nah not while I'm present, when you hear the E regard sum'n Think it come out fly whoever says it And that's why I stay so Polo down Yet! My dunks be the newest, my jeans be the bluest Got bread like I'm jewish, address me as mister Chicks gather around like it's a bar mitzvah Callin me daddy but I ain't Twista Callin me poppa but I ain't Christopher You checkin out one of God's best's Sum'n cost as a jet's, I'm bigger than Precious Yeah! History boy up in the makin If there's sum'n left in the rap game homey we take it [Chorus: Erick Sermon & Swizz Beatz] We 'gon get it poppin in thus mu'fucker GET IT POPPIN!!! We 'gon set it off in this mu'fucker SET IT OFF!!! Hands in the air in this mu'fucker HANDS UP!!!! We don't really care in this mu'fucker DON'T CARE!!! Get your drinks up in this mu'fucker DRINKS UP!!! Smoke that good shit in this mu'fucker SMOKE SUM'N!!! We got all that cake, in thus mu'fucker GET MONEY!!! Ain't nobody hatin in this mu'fucker SHOW LOVE!!! OH! [Verse Three: Fred Da Godson] I put the work out, chopper, how 'bout the Tahoe? They Lost Boyz, still hyped, Freaky Yah flow Yeah I go, if you gettin money you happy Nigga when you tripple your work, then you get at me They slippin on they pimpin I got the shotty I'm limpin Hit me tee no livin you'll get it if you just listen Like they 'gon pay ten I'm Shawn Kemp and when I'm limpin Gary Payton get it sorry now Rick unless you spittin I'm the best by far, they gotta keep they flow tighter I hit the club by the bar no ghost writer Get out the bar, dancefloor, hold her close tighter And by the bar wakeup, with no clothes by her I'm so fat boy fresh With that rap boy, you know that boy the best Swizzy on the beat, Erick Sermon a legend Fred Da Eagle the future with a weapon, I'm outta here [Chorus: Erick Sermon & Swizz Beatz] We 'gon get it poppin in thus mu'fucker GET IT POPPIN!!! We 'gon set it off in this mu'fucker SET IT OFF!!! Hands in the air in this mu'fucker HANDS UP!!!! We don't really care in this mu'fucker DON'T CARE!!! Get your drinks up in this mu'fucker DRINKS UP!!! Smoke that good shit in this mu'fucker SMOKE SUM'N!!! We got all that cake, in thus mu'fucker GET MONEY!!! Ain't nobody hatin in this mu'fucker SHOW LOVE!!! OH! [Verse Four: Swizz Beatz] I'm chillin in my Aston Martin with fo' doors The top all off it like that bitch fell off (DAMN!!!) You niggas actin sick well I'll make you niggas cough Plus I'm ridin clean bitch I got them white bars I'm chillin what I got, with them billion dollar toys That billion dollar walk I got that billion dollar spark (COME ON!!!) I come from that gritty city up in New York (OH!) You niggas talkin crazy bet you niggas won't talk Put your money where your mouth or put your house up with the kids (RIGHT) I'm in this fuckin game and I do this shit for real Two hundred and fifty million sold track record You niggas talkin crazy you ain't got a hot record right?! OH!