| Song | I Do 'Em |
| Artist | Def Squad |
| Album | Def Squad Presents Erick Onasis |
| 作曲 : Sermon, Spivey | |
| No game, for no-names | |
| On the mic i spit flames, rockwells to janes | |
| I'm the nicest without me in the game | |
| It's a crisis - i control all mic devices | |
| Scratch and e yo, we keep shit poppin | |
| Control the mic, keep spittin and keep droppin | |
| Lose 'em or bruise 'em, ruin 'em | |
| Keep the madface screwin 'em | |
| Keep pursuin 'em, keep doin 'em | |
| All night til the crowd start booin | |
| And when we get thumped by uh, nuf and clue and them | |
| Yo, i keep shit comin from the bassment | |
| Make hardcore cats take the route that mase went | |
| Not the god, but just plain quick | |
| From fuckin with that d-e-f squadron shit | |
| This is my house, i told you before | |
| Trespass on my shit, i catch you at the door | |
| Jump off the rail, from the second floor | |
| And kill you in here, without breakin the law | |
| I do 'em, do 'em, do 'em somethin awful | |
| I do 'em, do 'em somethin awful | |
| I do 'em, do 'em somethin awful | |
| I do 'em, do 'em somethin awful | |
| Dj scratch came with somethin mean | |
| My jewels be gold, dough be mitch greene | |
| [dj scratch] awwwwwwww shit! | |
| I fucked up and did somethin stupid right there | |
| {*mumbling*} | |
| [erick onasis] | |
| Let's go! | |
| Scratch came with somethin mean | |
| My jewels be gold, dough be mitch greene | |
| Rock air nike's with a ?? jean | |
| Fresh black .45 tool by the spleen | |
| Yeah, who wanna abdul like kareem? | |
| I'm in the game of death, i'll cave your chest | |
| Yo scratch got the beat pumpin - iron | |
| Reppin in sets of ten, i catch my wind | |
| So i can, thicken for those who thinkin me hard-est | |
| No forgivin, i'm leavin 'em scared | |
| Pull you card, jump, go 'head catch a nitfit | |
| You a bitch walkin around with smudged lipstick | |
| I catch wreck cause i'm better than | |
| Anyone bring it south with the mexican | |
| Boy i bake like ovens, refresh like tropical plug-ins | |
| Out the wall i'm ready to brawl | |
| Siamese gat spittin, y'all hold y'all gats sittin | |
| Take care witcha hardware | |
| Are you a dope mc or relevant? | |
| All y'all lightweight; me - i'm elephant | |
| Top that! sy scott, khyree and me | |
| Meet the new arsenal nigga, for 2g | |
| I do 'em, do 'em, do 'em somethin awful | |
| I do 'em, do 'em, do 'em somethin awful | |
| I do 'em, do 'em, do 'em somethin awful | |
| I do 'em, do 'em somethin awful | |
| Yeah, yeah.. word up.. |
| zuò qǔ : Sermon, Spivey | |
| No game, for nonames | |
| On the mic i spit flames, rockwells to janes | |
| I' m the nicest without me in the game | |
| It' s a crisis i control all mic devices | |
| Scratch and e yo, we keep shit poppin | |
| Control the mic, keep spittin and keep droppin | |
| Lose ' em or bruise ' em, ruin ' em | |
| Keep the madface screwin ' em | |
| Keep pursuin ' em, keep doin ' em | |
| All night til the crowd start booin | |
| And when we get thumped by uh, nuf and clue and them | |
| Yo, i keep shit comin from the bassment | |
| Make hardcore cats take the route that mase went | |
| Not the god, but just plain quick | |
| From fuckin with that def squadron shit | |
| This is my house, i told you before | |
| Trespass on my shit, i catch you at the door | |
| Jump off the rail, from the second floor | |
| And kill you in here, without breakin the law | |
| I do ' em, do ' em, do ' em somethin awful | |
| I do ' em, do ' em somethin awful | |
| I do ' em, do ' em somethin awful | |
| I do ' em, do ' em somethin awful | |
| Dj scratch came with somethin mean | |
| My jewels be gold, dough be mitch greene | |
| dj scratch awwwwwwww shit! | |
| I fucked up and did somethin stupid right there | |
| mumbling | |
| erick onasis | |
| Let' s go! | |
| Scratch came with somethin mean | |
| My jewels be gold, dough be mitch greene | |
| Rock air nike' s with a ?? jean | |
| Fresh black . 45 tool by the spleen | |
| Yeah, who wanna abdul like kareem? | |
| I' m in the game of death, i' ll cave your chest | |
| Yo scratch got the beat pumpin iron | |
| Reppin in sets of ten, i catch my wind | |
| So i can, thicken for those who thinkin me hardest | |
| No forgivin, i' m leavin ' em scared | |
| Pull you card, jump, go ' head catch a nitfit | |
| You a bitch walkin around with smudged lipstick | |
| I catch wreck cause i' m better than | |
| Anyone bring it south with the mexican | |
| Boy i bake like ovens, refresh like tropical plugins | |
| Out the wall i' m ready to brawl | |
| Siamese gat spittin, y' all hold y' all gats sittin | |
| Take care witcha hardware | |
| Are you a dope mc or relevant? | |
| All y' all lightweight me i' m elephant | |
| Top that! sy scott, khyree and me | |
| Meet the new arsenal nigga, for 2g | |
| I do ' em, do ' em, do ' em somethin awful | |
| I do ' em, do ' em, do ' em somethin awful | |
| I do ' em, do ' em, do ' em somethin awful | |
| I do ' em, do ' em somethin awful | |
| Yeah, yeah.. word up.. |