Do-Re-Mi (feat. LL Cool J & Scarface)

Uhh, uhh. yeah
 See I know how to get down, word up
 It's so hot it's, LL's version of the East coast chronic
 Smoke 'til your lungs collapse
 You supposed to be the nigga, where all the drama at?
 So ironic, L came back
 Flooded the market - got your mens on the wall
 holdin his blunt, too fucked up to spark it
 Show me a nigga who can do like I do
 Then gas your mans up so I can rip that nigga too
 Braggin you goin platinum like that shit brand new
 I was platinum in eighty-five, what THE FUCK wrong with you, huh?
 Come (?) L - what you call rocks to me is minerals
 Tried to throw salt on my name, shit's political
 The baddest man on the planet
 So ill when I'm spittin niggaz take it for granted
 Cram to understand it, I'll switch and write it lefthanded
 Heat my pinky ring up and leave your bitch branded
 Got a voice like a cannon - nigga shoot
 I don't think she really hot, your career is a fluke
 I'm the best MC to ever touch the pen
 Take a look at what I'm doin it will not be done again
 As sure I am the descendant of former slaves
 I'ma resurrect brothers from they mental graves
 Make 'em confess - LL's the most rugged
 God, and no man's above it, gotta love it
 DO - get this bread, use ya infrared
 RE - fuck the industry, it's all about
 MI - you ain't goin - FA
 L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA
 DO - get this bread, use ya infrared
 RE - fuck the industry, it's all about
 MI - you ain't goin - FA
 E said - SO, puffin on the - LA (. TI DO)
 Uhh, E Dub on the microphone
 Droppin bombs - spots get blown
 So why would you assume my style wouldn't bloom
 When I rap, wack MC's vacate the room
 Cause they suck, and that's how I feel
 I'ma smack down the A&R who signed the deal
 Then wrap 'round his neck yo' reel to reel
 So next time he know, how the real feel
 Get loose and wrap hand 'round the steel
 Leave you in the truck, wrapped 'round ya wheel
 (I ain't playin) But y'all front like I ain't it
 And every rapper y'all like, sample my shit
 (Name one) I'm nice, and there's no mistakin
 I threw a bomb rhyme in the hands of Troy Aikman
 My track record is out there, gone
 E.T. like maybe I should phone home (hello?)
 I'm known for the dome bangers
 Drop any song of mine right now in the club and it's DANGER
 Scarface, E, LL Cool (jigga jigga)
 J, never heard it spit this way, hey
 DO - get this bread, use ya infrared
 RE - fuck the industry, it's all about
 MI - you ain't goin - FA
 L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA (that's right)
 DO - get this bread, use ya infrared
 RE - fuck the industry, it's all about
 MI - you ain't goin - FA
 Cause 'Face said - SO, puffin on the - LA (. TI DO)
 You a trash-ass nigga, slash garbage-ass rhymer
 You switched from the raw to a chart climber
 And now your shit is blowin out the stores
 and uh, next month you fin' to go out on the tour but
 Count - (two, three, and, four)
 Your records ain't sellin no more
 And damn - you done spent your money galore
 Buyin all the stupid shit that your money can't afford (uh-oh)
 Tryin to keep up with the trendy
 Got your bitch minked out in all Fendi
 Bought your homeboy a brand new Bentley
 And the well that wouldn't run dry is now empty
 It's simply, cause you wasn't focused on the next day
 and your next tape you can't give it away, but hey
 I send these to these niggaz tryin to keep up with the Joneses
 Everything you see me I owns it
 I've been quietly sellin tapes for thirteen years
 So let's get, that, clear
 You might have sold a few more tapes, but
 realistically, are you that great? (nah)
 Can't get respect but I done paid dues
 Stood on the block slangin cooked up rocks, I'm the same dude
 I've been the same nigga since I came through
 Do-re-mi too, damn fool!