Do-Re-Mi (feat. L.L. Cool J & Scarface|Explicit)

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 ni**a
Where all the drama at
So ironic  L came back
Flooded the market  got your mens on the wall
Holdin his blunt  too f**ked up to spark it
Show me a ni**a who can do like I do
Then gas your mans up
So I can rip that ni**a too
Braggin you goin platinum
Like that sh*t brand new
I was platinum in eighty-five
What the f**k wrong with you  huh
Come L what you call rocks to me is minerals
Tried to throw salt on my name sh*t's political
The baddest man on the planet
So I'll 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 b**ch branded
Got a voice like a cannon ni**a 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  f**k 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  f**k 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 sh*t
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
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  f**k 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  f**k the industry  it's all about
MI  you ain't goin  FA
Cause'Face said  SO  puffin on the  LA   TI DO
You switched from the raw to a chart climber
And now your sh*t 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 sh*t that
Your money can't afford uh-oh
Tryin to keep up with the trendy
Got your b**ch 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 ni**a since I came through
Do-re-mi too  damn fool