Welcome

[Keith Murray] Yeeeah yeah

[Erick Sermon] Yeah yeah, word up, uh

[Murray] Erick Sermon and Keith Murray

[Sermon] Representing that..

[Murray] Kickin' it to the beat

[Sermon] New York, word up

[Murray] E! E! E!

Respect my views on this day and era

Keep your eyes upon me, and not the sparrow of berettas

I'm fly, than any bird of this earth

For what it be, my style is butter like Worth

I freak the beat like I'm lost in the twilight

a zone with no phone, looking over parasites

I pack the house like Woodstock when I rock

A three day event of me dropping the illest shit

From here to New Jerz, back to Brooklyn and Queens

The Uptown to Bronx River, I still deliver

The off the wall for y'all

Rearranged cameo-type strange pumping through your veins

What your mommy do, if you're not ready to die like Biggie

I'ma keep jamming like Ziggy

I got the arrows wiped down like Funkmaster Flex

Sway and Tech, and Premier, and we in here

[hook]

It's on like that! And everybody's welcome!

You are welcome

[x4]

Now, it's on like that once again, it's getting hot

Now it's time to blow up the spot

For my niggaz out there on the block getting money

Playas whose hustling, doing their thing

But me, I've lounged without the stone

Do it for my peeps, take it to the streets

All day, everyday, I sets the mood

Pile a bell of "Aye", with new attitudes

I change not for the words, but for the better

And be a trend-setter, and bring the best ever

Yeah, teach me for the president

So I can bring the vibes through your residence Double!

The ghetto blast, the green eyed rapper slash producer

And O.J. with the juice, uh!

Y'all know me, it's the E-R-I-C-K

So enjoy the day, and peace to Marvin Gaye

[hook]

Let's groove back and forth like Aaliyah

If you don't got the vibe, then I wouldn't want to be ya

I threw it like a rap attack from New York to Hackensack

Kiss myself and jump back, surprise like a Crackerjack

The eye can bring the smiles without Chanice

And make enemies call truce, or even peace

[?]Funk Lord[?] fights back

again without the Force or blue sky Chewbacca, R2D2 and the crew

The miracle worker, God praise him, praise him!

All of them ready for the funk, you feel like you want like (blaaah!)

Whatever you requested, and you suggested

that I bring the pain like Method

It's nothing nice, cause I'm down for whatever

Me and my beretta, me and my beretta

Goddammit, don't leave your dog stranded

Who? Yeah, the Green Eyed Bandit

[hook repeats until the end]