Business as Usual lyrics

Chorus: Parrish Smith (from 'So What Cha Sayin')

Brothers on my jock for the way I hold a piece of steel (4x)
So what cha saying

Verse One: Redman

I go wild as I sip from a cold Lowenbrau
Set up rhymes like fire to gunpowder
Boom, did the bassline crank
From being rated R, from being top rank
I'm hard like an erection
Phrases might get too tough to break down in sections

Hereeeeeee we go....

Verse One: Erick Sermon

The E-R-I-C-K S-E-R-M-O-N
I'm dark skinned, pack a mac 10
More menace and I'll wreck the whole damn set
Smash (yes) you ain't seen *shit* yet
Yes, a fact, a black nine mil is what I pack
In the front of my waist, right next to my bozack
A safety, for the suckers that hate me
I haven't had to bust a couple of rounds lately

(Chuck D sample: "Hear my jam with the funky piano") [scratched 4x]

Straight from Brooklyn, from out the projects,
it's DJ Scratch, so girls fix your Kotex.
The Ruler; not Slick Rick, but the ruler on the mix,
with ten or more tricks.
Take flicks, prick, but please don't miss this:
watch my DJ cut with his dick.
Yeah, slick ain't it? See your moms fainted,

Chorus: *sung hook from an R&B record*

Got to give the people
Give the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen
(repeat 2X)

Verse One: Erick Sermon

When I came out with my first rap jam
I had no idea that the record would slam
It did real good without radio play
Maybe at night but no airplay in the day
I couldn't understand why to be exact

Verse One: Erick Sermon

Oh what the heck, let's get married and have a son named Erick
No big deal, no sweat
Hmmm, I was in for a big surprise
And when I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes
Brainlocked, my whole damn head was malfunctional
Cause I forgot to co-sign a prenuptial, agreement
Now her case is hard like cement
I have no files on all the money she spent

(Chorus)
Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x)

(PMD)

When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip
Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to avoid the caps and blows
By the gangbanners at the B-boy shows
Wit the cops trying to control the crowd

Intro-
PMD: Yo, check this out, man, we're gonna do this, man. We got 2 minutes and
20 seconds to get in and out of there. Yo, Redman, Solo, man don't get in
there and start frontin', man. Hit the vault, get the cash, don't shoot
*nobody*. Alright?
Erick: Tom, set the detonators. [beep beep beep beep]
PMD: We 'bout to do this shit...
Erick: P, let's do this.....now!

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.]

Parrish Smith:

One hot summer day back around the way
A new kid moved onto the block and his name was Jay
Jay was cool, he trucked jewels, packed a nine mil
yeahhh, and kept his Smitty's on his tool

Erick Sermon:

Anyway Jay portrayed to be like gard
So we took him in, and put him down with the Hit Squad
His house was phat, full court in the back

[PMD] Manslaughter (repeat 4X)

Verse One: Erick Sermon

Code name E-D, check on the one two three
Black male hard MC
Rap record slave, a brother on the scene
with a machine gun and one magazine
Wanted, a half a million for the body alone
Two million for the microphone
If you see him, dial 5 dash slayer
A hotline to the governor and mayor
He's armed wit ammo, a weapon that's mine

(P: PMD, E: Erick Sermon, B: Both)

P: Good morning Mr. Bozack, time to wake up the nuts
(For what) to hit the shower, so I can wash the butt
E: Damn (Last night was crazy) word life, I had a blast
P: It was ass for days, nuts had a full tank of gas
E: Golly, G, word P, tits and VD
P: Pussy kicking louder than my Alpine Benzi, box
E: Yes, I fresh, sweet like gumdrops

Slow down baby uhh
Slow down baby uhh

You can get rugged, though, hard like P
Trying to play my man but you couldn't touch me
You faggot to comp rapper on a quest
You get your head flown, boy you must be smokin' sens
So many often wonder if MDs paid
You're goddamn right, punk, stay outta my way
'Cause I clock Gs while you clock Zs
And I don't smoke crack, I smoke M.C.s

[Busta Rhymes]Rap is outta control!Hey, hey rap, rap.. (for sure dude) wait what, waitAiy, rap is outta controlHold on![B.R.]

Refrain:
[Comin' straight from the Underground] 4x

Erick Sermon:
As I pump up a brand new funk swing,
and bring back the chill of thrill from B.B. King.
Old fashioned is the way that I be waxin' a MC,
I bust a grill, and the reaction I check,
inspect, make sure the head's wrecked;
[crunch] snap a neck for some live effects.
A machine, my functioning, that's mean.

Tom J is in the house (repeat 2X)

Rap is outta control (repeat 6X)

Verse One: Erick Sermon

G, man, do I have the power like He-Man

To crack a wack MC's head, open like a pea can

Damn, my name should become Sam

But I prefer, a grand royal for the jam

I'm putting heads out, the guns I use to pump lead out

Hey son, I suggest that you head out