Tell ’Em Erick Sermon (Ft. Keith Murray & Roz)

[Intro]
You about to come through right?
(Yeah, I'll do it, man, don't stress me.)
You about to come through
(I got this. Check this out, man.)
You ain't gonna front on me
(I ain't gonna front on niggas, man.)
Make sure, man, I'm tellin' you right now
(Check this out, what, I'm about to do it right now.)
People gonna lookin', man, word up. Ha

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]
Personal gats, I gots about 11
Without weapons, I swing more bats than K7
Plus, I'm soup like Campbell without Tevin
Some rappers pack naked guns like Frank Drebin
In this century, I uphold the crown
For bringin' flavor in the ear plus for gettin' down
I maneuver techniques for species of all kinds
The third, yours and mine
An abduction is in full effect
I come with the mothership and with some other shit (Yeah)
All the way live like a concert
The most respected brother, puttin' in some work, yeah

[Hook: Erick Sermon]
If you got a crew, you better tell 'em
E kicks rhymes from the cerebellum
Don't slip or you won't be around next year
("Well, here's a little something that needs to be heard")