Do- Re- Mi

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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!