Lyrics Set It Off - Erick Sermon , Fred the Godson

New York
Fred the God
Yeah, Muhfuckin' Son of the Bronx

Ayy, yo, E
It's Fireball, Swizzy
Yeah, yeah, Muhfuckin' Nigga

Hands to the ceiling, yeah, we come to do work
Don't nobody move and nobody gettin' murked
Wrist covered in jewels, timepiece of small work
Diamonds screaming hallelujah, watch cost a small church
Get it how we live it, spend it like we print it
Everything be tinted, we buy it, you niggas rent it
No, don't be offended, I give you niggas the business
Stay in your bitch's dentures, you would think I was a dentist
They label me a menace, A-wax
Homie, you need that white, uh, Ajax
We move 'em by the squares, eight tracks
Swag on a mil', I ain't even to the max yet
Racks on top of racks, yeah, we all about that action
Bunch of bald yellow-bone bitches, Toni Braxton
Take a hard hit to the face, Michael Claxton
Your bitch up on my stick, when I hit, I'm Reggie Jackson, nigga

We gon' get it poppin' in this motherfucker (Get it poppin')
We gon' set it off in this motherfucker (Set it off)
Hands in the air in this motherfucker (Hands up)
We don't really care in this motherfucker (Don't care)
Get your drinks up in this motherfucker (Drinks up)
Smoke that good shit in this motherfucker (Smoke somethin')
Get all our cake in this motherfucker (Get money)
Ain't nobody hatin' in this motherfucker (Show love)

Uh, yes, sir, I feel great, and
Even if there's hate in the air, I'm still straight, and
Even though sayin' we dead is my state
It's the Apple, this balloon won't deflate
Nah, not while I'm present
When you hear the E with God's son
Vic it come out fly, whoever says it
And that's why I stay so Polo'd down, yes
My Dunks be the newest, my jeans be the bluest
Got bread like them Jewish, address me as Mister
Chicks gather around like it's a Bar Mitzvah
Callin' me daddy, but I ain't Twista
Callin' me papa, but I ain't Christopher
You checkin' out one of God's best-est
Somethin' closer to Just-ice, I'm bigger than Precious (Yeah)
History, boy, up in the makin'
If there's somethin' left in the rap game, homie, we take it

We gon' get it poppin' in this motherfucker (Get it poppin')
We gon' set it off in this motherfucker (Set it off)
Hands in the air in this motherfucker (Hands up)
We don't really care in this motherfucker (Don't care)
Get your drinks up in this motherfucker (Drinks up)
Smoke that good shit in this motherfucker (Smoke somethin')
Get all our cake in this motherfucker (Get money)
Ain't nobody hatin' in this motherfucker (Show love)

I put the work out, Tae Bo, hop out the Tahoe
They lost boy, still hype, free Ty flow
Yeah, I know, you gettin' money, you happy
Nigga, when you triple your worth, then you get at me
They slippin' on they Pippen, I got the shotty, I'm lippin'
Hit they team, no liftin', you'll get it if you just listen
Like they gon' pay ten, I'm Shawn Kempin' when I'm whippin'
Gary Payton, get it? Sorry, Eric, I just keep spittin'
I'm the best by far, they gotta keep they flow tighter
I hit the club, buy the bar, no ghostwriter
Get up on my dance floor, hold her close, tighter
And by tomorrow, wake up with no clothes by her
I'm so fat boy fresh
With that rap, boy, they know that boy best
Swizzy on the beat, Erick Sermon a legend
Fred the ego, the future, what a weapon, I'm outta here

We gon' get it poppin' in this motherfucker (Get it poppin')
We gon' set it off in this motherfucker (Set it off)
Hands in the air in this motherfucker (Hands up)
We don't really care in this motherfucker (Don't care)
Get your drinks up in this motherfucker (Drinks up)
Smoke that good shit in this motherfucker (Smoke somethin')
Get all our cake in this motherfucker (Get money)
Ain't nobody hatin' in this motherfucker (Show love)

I'm chillin' in my Aston Martin with four doors (Err)
The top all off, feel like that bitch fell off (Damn)
You niggas actin' sick, well, I make you niggas cough (Aha)
Plus I'm ridin' clean, bitch, I got them white walls (Let's go)
I'm chillin' on a yacht with that million-dollar talk
That million-dollar walk, I got that billion-dollar spark (Come on)
I come from that gritty city up in New York (Bronx)
You niggas talkin' crazy, bet you niggas
Won't talk (Ladies and gentlemen)
Put your money where your mouth is
Put your house up, put your kids (Right)
I'm in this fuckin' game and I do this shit for Rizz
Two hundred and fifty million sold, track record (Ayy)
You niggas talkin' crazy, you ain't gotta have the record (Wreck)