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We Mean Business

by EPMD

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1.
Puttin’ Work In ft Raekwon 02:28
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[R] Back-up from the Bronx, Uh [R] Psycho Iko [P] Yeah [E] E-Dub [P] This ain't nothing but drama ODB Cut: "Psycho, Killer, Norman Bates" [Parish Smith] Who's one of the dopest MC's rockin mics for years (You) Ask any cat in the streets and he'll point right here (Uhu) Shine everywhere I go without droppin shit for years Niggas know this nigga, _Crossover_ to _Golddigger_ Come with the broken language like Smoothe da Hustler and Trigga (Uhu) My bombs are bigger, can't touch a harmless figure Cause is stay razor sharp like my name was RZA PMD built a dynasty like Jigga [Erick Sermon] Yeah, P my nigga, time to cock back pull the trigger He a bigger nigga with figures but I'm a bigger nigga Duh, I'm a snub nose, I'm way above those I got beef and I sit 'til the club closed Lights come on, I'm bombin Viet-Nam-em, Napalm-em, AK I calm them Mom like "Who harmed them?" [P] I don't know, but they put em in the news and Saddam'd 'em [E] And nobody warned 'em [Hook] This is what it sounds like when you puttin work in Like Norman Bates pullin back the shower curtains (Uhu) Or like in _Headbanger_ black birds chirpin This is what it sounds like when you puttin work in Mausberg heavy (Check, puttin work in) Tec-9's steady (Check, puttin work in) Shotgun heavy (Check, puttin work in) Machine gun's ready (Check, puttin work in) [Raekwon] We from the era of the red white and green sweater Cream getter, gleam better You know what? the team is clever Fuck niggas up get drunk pull out a bigger pump Sell crack, all day rep, rock the meanest leather Flip you all day chump, mad make you pay No doubt, gun in his mouth, he leanin on Broadway HipHop gangsters for real, check the archives Four Fives, knives, catch you in the sunrise Powerful impact, boom, from the canon This is not slain to take mine, take this ammo with it Big boys, pretty boys, shottin pretty toys Pull out the new joints and lower the noise The records that we make straight classics Built for Benzes, Astons, high powered assassins Put that major work in, holler, blash the collar Erick, Parrish, mash them dollars up
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What You Talkin' ft Havoc 03:54
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[Hook One: Erick Sermon] We Mobb'n, Hit Squad'n We got dough but it ain't from robbin We rock microphones it's out job and Def Squad motherfucker and my name is Edi Amin - nigga what you talkin The Grand Royal - nigga what you talkin It's E-Dub - nigga what you talkin Tell 'em to lift it up (no doubt E) [Erick Sermon] Yo this here is big boy shit (yeah) for the over 200 pounder club Co-cappy dub (whoahhhoahhh) I came back to rep my city Nigga, I took the key from Diddy Def Squad's the committee, I rock for the gritty I'm milk like a new mom titty - y'all wit me? E Serm' the Green Eyed one, call me M-Ro I got stripes on my arm, call me general I'm nice (I'm nice) I'll pull rank like Condoleezza Rice Leaves of rice with this mic device Easy~! Who got the issue I'll straight diss you And hit you with the dadgum missile - hear it whistle? Comin for ya the Oscar De La Hoya, the Golden Boy Yeah - I'm that dude, don't believe I'll show ya boy Ask Destiny's Child, I'm that "Soldier Boy" Chill like the New York winter, no one colder boy [Hook Two: Erick Sermon] + (Havoc) We Mobb'n, Hit Squad'n We got dough but it ain't from robbin We rock microphones it's out job and Infamous motherfucker and his name is (Black Mobb'n) - nigga what you talkin (G.B. I-N-3) - what you talkin (Infamous Mobb Deep) - what you talkin (H-A-V-O-C) - what you talkin [Havoc] The stomach stay hungry so the hammer keep lickin I'm lookin at the clock see time is still tickin My beef, open the stove, see mine is done When they keep playin with me, you minus one One less nigga on that street my patience Run short so ready to make you ancient Your last destination'll be marked a headstone Ain't worth it like tryin to get a fed case thrown Closed casket, and ain't that what, who want what? I mastered, playin the cut, 'til I'm forced Out my shell, pull that gat, you spill guts 'Splain it yourself, of how you ain't sayin the stuff Time's up, you about to get touched homeboy I ain't gon' sit here and argue wit'cha face homeboy But next time you better watch what you say homeboy But ain't gon' be a next time say bye homeboy [Hook Three: Erick Sermon] + (Parrish) We Mobb'n, Hit Squad'n We got dough but it ain't from robbin We rock microphones it's out job and Hit Squad motherfucker and my name is (I'm the Microphone Doctor) - nigga what you talkin (PMD) - nigga what you talkin (A black cloud) - nigga what you talkin (Time to lift it up) - uh-huh, what you talkin [Parrish Smith] I be killin it when I'm feelin it Straight drillin it when I'm peelin it Comin through in the Tahoe truck fo'-wheelin it Rollin through thick, pumpin knockin blastin my shit Checkin out chicks Pointin sayin "That's P the shit" Freshly dipped, Nike Air Force One is the kick I'm Parrish Smith, you dudes don't wanna fuck with this You got nothin, since "Strictly Biz" I keep it pumpin At every function, yo E and P, never lunchin Never slip, microphone wreck is the biz (That's Erick Sermon) and me Parrish Smith Probably blowin your whole life to shit That's how trifle it get, your fly-ass wife'll quit And like AJ Benz on Hollywood Scandal, life's a bitch We got the hypest spit, straight up cause we nicer kid Look what the mic done did, EPMD know, lost they wig From day one, never been a dud with the flow gun [Hook Four: Erick Sermon] We Mobb'n, Hit Squad'n We got dough but it ain't from robbin We rock microphones it's out job and Squadron motherfucker and the name is {Edi Amin} nigga what you talkin {I'm the Microphone Doctor} nigga what you talkin {It's E-Dub} nigga what you talkin {Infamous Mobb Deep} what you talkin
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Roc-Da-Spot 03:33
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[Erick Sermon] Yeahhhh! Uhh, yeah Yeh, feel me! [Hook One: EPMD] When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot The E-R-I-C-K is my name I spell I'm the capital P, capital M The capital D-E-E is no doubt the chief rocker [Erick Sermon] Uhh, you are now tuned in to a hip-hop movie Starrin two MC's, featurin E P-M-D, b-boys in the house New York rappers, they play me in the South So I don't have to do them, I'mma do me Rock on to the break of dawn Like PM Dawn, I get reckless, when I'm on beats I show my true {Colors} when I'm in the streets [Parrish Smith] Yeah we step through militant, rain snow or sleet Approach with caution when you see me on the street (Who is that? HIT SQUAD) is comin with the heat The black sniper rifle lift you off your feet Your head neck and arm be on the concrete I'm on some Murdoch, I'm comin for you, so don't sleep Or wake up wit'cha wig split open like watermelon There's no tellin, when you runnin with them known felons [Hook Two: Parrish Smith] When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot {"Who rock the spot?"} P {"Who rock the spot?"} P I'm the capital P, capital M The capital D-E-E is no doubt the chief rocker [Hook One] [Parrish Smith] EPMD has been gone for a minute, time to jump back in it And dot the I's and check the period at the end of the sentence Discipline, meditation, repentance, gave us clearance In the re-entrance like a futuristic extension Need I mention our catalogue and what I'm benchin When our name comes up yo there's always tension Don't get hit with the lyrical lynchin Get at you at the park like in "Baby Boy" don't let me catch you flinchin E [Erick Sermon] Sometimes you can see me in the cipher I'm a star now, like a Mekhi Phifer Live from the N.Y. state, it's the great, Dub That nigga from '88, whassup? Peace to Roger, Zapp in the background I got the mac no need to back down Wake up niggas, EP is back 'round You my son, I'mma call you Shaq now [Hook Two] + [Hook One] [Erick Sermon] Yeah~! Newsflash, just in for rap What? East and West is back on the map What? Bassline, hard kicks with the clap You can walk it out but do it the other way Gangsta NIAHHH, somethin Dub C would say Fuck what they say, this what we play Out the gate, we come with the 8-ball From the great, game over, rack 'em P [Parrish Smith] Yo this goes out to the triple OD O.G.'s Since "Strictly Biz" I've been a chief rocker with E (Yo who's he?) A real b-boy MC You want the recipe? You gotta see me P, you heard the name now we in the flesh to see Return like O from "The Wire," hitman for hire Blow the dice and roll 'em, 4-5-6 Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeit, we on fire! [Hook Two] + [Hook One]
4.
Blow 03:32
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[Erick Sermon] I'm back E. Serm, no pressure Ricochet off niggas, call me Odessa Huh, shotgun no tec on the dresser Whoever claims to be fresh, me and P is fresher EPMD like WWE, tag team macks in the field of rap So one Mississippi Def Squad is with me Hit Squad is with me Yo PMD hit me [Parrish Smith] Yeah from Brentwood my stompin grounds Lick off a round My nine can't do it, my fifty blow shit down I know shit now Blind eye can grind no more This ain't no pop shit, EPMD stricktly hardcore Been there, done did it and 'bout to do it again Stompin through it With the heavenly grin With seven number one albums and four different artists in the top ten Cause this here is never gonna end Yeah one Mississippi (and) two Mississippi (and) three Mississippi (and) cock back let it (blow) P we got that blunted (no) Don't get too close cause you might get shot One Mississippi (and) two Mississippi (and) three Mississippi (and) cock back let it (blow) E you got that? Let it (go) EPMD is a world premier [Erick Sermon] Yo P, I don't need my shirt off to flex muscle Dub I kick shit, this is Kung-Fu hustle And not on the block, this is more like the studio With skratch and doc, so you niggas stop You little bitch, you're a queen with drama Don't let me get mad and Barack O-bomb-ya So one Mississippi Def Squad is with me Hit Squad is with me Yo PMD hit me [Parrish Smith] Yeah we shut it down with the monthly ? Now we back in effect right around the corner (What up homey?) Sleep if you want to (Tell 'em P) You'll be a dead man walkin And your next stop, a deputy and a coroner (CSI) Check the hood and don't be dramatic The automatic prostatic When dude got hit he looked acrobatic So I'mma call him Dominique Doors And this is what happens when niggas try to floss Yeah one Mississippi (and) two Mississippi (and) three Mississippi (and) cock back let it (blow) P we got that blunted (no) Don't get too close cause you might get shot One Mississippi (and) two Mississippi (and) three Mississippi (and) cock back let it (blow) E you got that? Let it (go) EPMD is a world premier [Erick Sermon] Ayo, I'm the greatest, I'm like Muhammad Ali Islamic, not me, get robbed quickly I'm a tripple OG Snoop Dogg said I got two number twos both them pump lead Not the pencil boy, roam the tensil Number two of the six shotter, or copper And I call the penny Def Squad is with me Hit Squad is with me Yo PMD hit me [Parrish Smith] Ayo I ain't no slacker, plus I ain't hear no bell I ain't never catched a gun charge but I seen a cell Thats why I slain and stay strapped Come through with a gang of rap Master the self conscience from Prozack Thats where the Anger's at Thats why we mangle rap From each and every angle black Two straining cats Who leaving MCs craving cracks So let the story be told And the saga unfold Erick and Parrish making dollars to sell piece gold Yeah one Mississippi (and) two Mississippi (and) three Mississippi (and) cock back let it (blow) P we got that blunted (no) Don't get too close cause you might get shot One Mississippi (and) two Mississippi (and) three Mississippi (and) cock back let it (blow) E you got that? Let it (go) EPMD is a world premier
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Run It ft KRS One 03:35
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Hardcore Everybody on the floor, everbody on the floor PMD, Erick Sermon You what it is, listen to my man Run your jewelry Hands up Yes, Peace to Just Ice Be scared Bronx [Erick Sermon] Yo, the real dynamic duo, and I quote G boys, I bring it back to a dooky rope, dope I sport like I if I spit the commandments So inspired, now who the hell your man wit? And he's gangsta right? He belong in a dimwit type You picked the wrong night I'mma Las Vegas fight Don King in the ring Does my thing from father spring, thats all year I can feel in a wannbe rapper turned actor He wanna act tough it hit him with the clapper Def-con actor, see I ain't playing kid He screamed and I'mma just saying he did EPMD I'm scared for us Cause someone might bite the dust Before rush hour The power I got is snappin necks So I suggest ya show respect We own that [Hook 2x] Now put your hand in the air Keep 'em there Run your jewels, run it Run your jewels, run it Run your jewels, motherfucker You heard what we said man, we ain't playin Dont wait till it starts sprayin We set it of while the DJ playin Run your juwels, run it Run your jewels, motherfucker [Parrish Smith] Cats walking past your crib, walk in your house Go in your mouth, talkin you out But EMS we spying we carryin you out With the slow IV fee Woken the fuck up, back eye with the nose bleed My dudes be like dude chill I be like fuck chill Cats complainin bout the game, pass the pill EPMD is too real, y'all know The only reason why you eatin, cause we payed the bill How many times I got to tell you the shit shut down 'til Erick and Parrish return and hold the B-Boys down Step through the door, hot body and lick off the ground Uhu, I see niggas listening now Faces is wrecked like wild There goes EMP with the fisherman hat Four back, get hit with the gun pow Respect the gods, excuse me, I beg your pa Can't hear you, you got to grade up, cause the beats too hard [Hook] [KRS-One] I bring the heat quick I do it, kill Ramone in Beat Street I get the club rockin on some seasick shit I ain't gotta tell you I'm hood man, you can see I'm it My rhyme hits, I don't preach 'bout cash Cause most of yall know cash like E-Zpass You came in talkin bout you gon beat me Then you left out talkin bout "just give me two more CDs" You're young so you need to be gangsters While real G's wanna sit home and read the paper Courtside view with the LA Lakers But its always some youngin you got to send to his maker And I don't need the ratchet to reach your ass I'm old school I off you with a piece of glass Run your jewels, you know who it be, KRS-EPMD [Hook]
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Yo ft Redman 03:32
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Yeah, Gilla WKYA Radio, We Be Kickin Ya Ass Nigga! Yo! Redman "on the mic" EPMD [Parrish Smith] When I walk up in the street, niggas like yo PMD you tight on the mic, yeah I know Dirty South bouncin, cause it did snow Even Mississippi get ten feet or more It's the doctor, these other rappers might follow you Me, I'm underground, I'm bound to strike for you Right outa Belleview, PMD the nutcase Raps stick to you like I just ate duct tape I'm like a CNN update You're tuned into a Rapnophobia on dub plates At night or up late, work in the market Black out like the one I pulled in August It wasn't nothing like hip-hop music Before Pro Tools took over two inch Mic Doc, 20 years on the stage Still _Housin_, still _Mad_, still on a _Rampage_ [Hook: Redman] When I hang out in Brooklyn, them niggas like Yo! When I'm in the Bronx, them niggas like Yo! When I'm in Manhattan, them niggas like Yo! When I'm up in Queens, them niggas like... (Clown) But Bricks is in the house tonight I said Bricks is in the house tonight! Don't matter if you're black or you're white Just roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it [Redman] Dog, I'm hanging out my car, yellin out Yo! Who got the haze for me to twist Yo! Redman, the boss-a, rap like a pro While your home tip toein to Al Jarreau I'm in the cut bleedin Tryin to stop my niggas from sellin dope to pumpin weed and leavin this Fuck the stage, I'm in your hood Posted with more chains that Junebug Spade Yeah I'm the pimp of the year Now sucker MCs can take the window or the stairs This is Gilla, Powfanalia Injected it got more power than Zelda Now you niggas know know know Brick city on overload load load And if your bitch start actin up She wanna run up with the dog dog I say stuck up bitches (Oh no) Punk ass niggas (Oh no) Brick city gonna take whatever We load me up and I highjack the Nebucadnezer [Hook: Redman] When I'm in the Chi, them niggas like Yo! When I'm in the D, them niggas like Yo! When I'm in Atlanta, them niggas like Yo! North Carolina, them niggas like... But Bricks is in the house tonight I said Bricks is in the house tonight! Don't matter if you're black or you're white Just roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it [Erick Sermon] Ayo, when I'm in the hood them niggas like Yo! Erick you're the reason why them dudes slow flow Yo! You the reason why them cats got dough You opened the door, and some of them owe Yo! DJ, I hustle and flow Duckin us this type like Russell Ingall Any beat should occur, cock the four, for real Last deal, I come out for the dumb out Talk 'til my shells run out, then crop it Like a movie scene and walk away clean I'm mean when it comes to hardcore deception Pokerface swag, all in, I bet this I done rock shit to present MCing When I'm in the place its graced like I'm preachin Everybodys ears are open when I'm speakin Nigga, look how many fans I'm reachin [Hook: Redman] When I'm in Virginia, them niggas like Yo! Baltimore, D.C., them niggas like Yo! When I'm up in Philly, them niggas like Yo! Long Beach, Compton and whats like... But Bricks is in the house tonight I said Bricks is in the house tonight! Don't matter if you're black or you're white Just roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it
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Listen Up ft Teddy Riley 03:32
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[Vocoder lines] One-Two This is something that all you need to hear EPMD, TR, Harlem, Long Island Yes [Erick Sermon] Ayo, some people say that I'm magnificent Not cause I'm the best, because I'm different I'm not you, one hit wonder This is true, your career is through Mines is thrivin I'm still fresh as the cars I'm drivin I'm on bay risin high I'm top villain I get the money and I don't care Handle my heart, I swear, yeah I'm in my element I hold weight, something like a elephant Dub, the most creative, New York native If Jesus died then who gone save us? you? Label heads want me to Jim Carry the rhyme On a down and get airtime I can't talk ignant, no I got some intelligent folks thats diggin this So thats how I'm givin this [Hook] Listen up, listen up This is something that all you need to hear Listen up, listen up We gonna jump this off all night, do the thing all year Listen up, listen up, listen up We made it easy to dance to this Listen up, listen up Come on everydody sing it, dun dun dun [Parrish Smith] Shh, quiet, look who done stepped in the place Its the bandit, mic doc, time pick up the pace EPMD back in sake, we see the look in their face Me and their haters the mans, the players and the fans Already told the non belivers that the lord have a plan Look at here and the way spit, the flow is sick Better thighten up your click, see what they doin, evict Leave the back door open, thats the end of you shift Thats why we in, we hustelin, strong arm muscelin Bustin like we lookin for weapons of mass destruction in Hoodies on, dressed in black Fatigue camouflage, and power like we just came from Irak We learned not to look back, we turn the stone in crack Its the return of the boom bap Yeah HipHop is back, peep the track It's P and the green eye, some Long Island guys Are you all surprised? [Hook] Ayo, even though I never hear DJ sayin it Yeah EPMD is washed up and we ain't playin it Yeah, like I care, you ain't stoppin nothing over here I got four seats up in the Lear Jets Bet I'm ok, you hate your No payments, all ass payed for Not the one to brag, but for you I dodged Cause you don't respect, thats what I expect from you [Hook] [Vocoder til end]
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Bac Stabbers 03:05
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[Intro: Erick Sermon] + (Parrish Smith) Uh-huh! This goes out to all those backstabbers Uhh (EPMD, EPMD) I see you, uhh, yup (you know what it is) You know what it is, yeah Uhh, you ain't foolin nobody [Parrish Smith] Yo, aiyyo you learn from mistakes made You're never free until your karma debt's fully paid That's why you stay on the path that your parents laid Cause you never know who could be friend or foe Even got some fam hatin, yeah a brother know They say who'd you put on and cold slam the door In your face like they never seen you before Like you ain't totally down to take 'em on tour Now everyone got a business on the top floor They say what goes around comes around quick Me and E see it yeah we just laugh at it We got past our problems in the past and moved on That's why mics are gettin wrecked and we gettin strong Cause the past don't matter so kill the chit-chatter EPMD reappear like abracadabra Spot the devil real quick then rebuke that future backstabber [Hook] "What they do?" Now I can pick 'em all the time (backstabbers) "What they do?" They always get you from behind (backstabbers) They know, and I know "What they do?" (backstabbers) And then they wanna "smile in your face" [Erick Sermon] Yo P you can't trust nobody, not even family Mad you got a Benz and they pushin a Camry Walk around all day, steam like Stanley Like he makin me sick, ain't that some shit? But things change, after you break off some change They whole madface get rearranged Ain't that funny, how things are when it comes down to money? Clouds turn to sunny I'm always bummy, scared to put somethin on fly Cause they might want somethin from me See me on TV? That means I'm gettin it See me with a chick, they think I'm hittin it Well maybe that~! But that don't give you right To count my cash, or judge my past That's my garbage pail inside, that's my trash That's my safe, that's my stash, backstabbers [Hook] [Parrish Smith] Aiyyo - they smile in my face, behind my back they talk trash Mad and stuff because they don't have cash [Erick Sermon] Like the E Double (or the PMD) Yeah someone's happy to see the E not talkin to P (Or the P not talkin to E) But no one's stronger than God cause this here's chemistry [Parrish Smith] And you can plainly see that gold LP [EPMD] 20 joints in the industry, lemme jog your memory [Hook] [Outro: Erick Sermon] Yeah, EPMD, ha! Backstabbers, they all over, haters, uh-huh Hate you now, yes It's all good
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Never Defeat' Em 03:37
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[Erick Sermon] Yes! Yes Aiyyo.. how do you play it, James Brown'll say it P and I'll relay it, DJ'sll DJ it I must go hard, then take charge Illmatic MC Dub I'm like Nas Own a couple of cars parked in my garage A crew less than chicks, I call them DeBarge I can't be defeated, nope, the judge is in now Y'all can be seated, all lames can beat it I know there's a few who thought we might lose Resurrect, like Pete Rock, to C.L. Smooth News - there's no gettin around this homey P and I's a brand name we in your house like Sony Long Island's best, yes we got a few of them Rakim, P.E., ain't no doin them Rocked Apollo, and there's no booin them Money up front ain't nobody screwin them [Hook] What you say, what you say now So what you say, what you say now What you say, what you say now So what you say, what you say now Yup - what you say, what you say now Yeah.. with the heat Method Man [Method Man] Yo, nuttin to lose cause I got nuttin to prove, I'm rugged Who be like fuck it if I fart in my shoes, you love it I'm cold (brrr) trust it ain't really no room to discuss it Leave niggas disgusted I shit on they life and flush it Not only make that green but puff it, easy come easy does it You bring the dutches, I'll "Bring Da Ruckus" (wrong one to fuck wit) I ain't no puppet, ain't no pullin my strings to public It's he the rugged, y'all ain't bustin them things, so bust it I'm at my rawest when you give me a stage and a cordless I can't call it, eat my shit leave stains in the toilet The Staten Island nigga chewin ya ears Cause y'all don't do it like we doin it here, and that's clear This Cash Money, dates back to crack money And crash dummy corny-ass raps don't get no dap from me My dudes is hungry like they animal son And eat MC's like a cannibal, ONE [Hook] [E-Dub] + (Meth) Yup PMD (This is dedicated to e'rybody ain't think I had it in me) (Knahmsayin?) Word (Talkin 'bout they ain't feelin me) (Fuck you I ain't feelin you!) [Parrish Smith] The bad guy always win cause he prey on the weak In the band, church, schoolyard and street That's why the P stay A-L-E-R-T With the A-R-1-0 sittin right next to me One of the tag team champs, share the belt with E Mess with us get disposed of properly Ain't no one stoppin me, P's prophecy Was to recollide with the Bandit, EPMD Cause we got a passion for the mic like +A Passion For Christ+ We got a passion for life, trunk jewels, chrome and dice But no snake eyes, or we break guys and then break fly Leave the Lakeside on a time-out like take five Expect the blessin or yo you'll be gone quick You wanna talk crazy wreckless, you wanna talk slick? You can't control your anger homey so you lost it Now the Squadron comin through - so what'chu want kid~? [Hook] [E-Dub] Nuttin but heat huh, yup It's all over See-ya!
10.
Jane 7 01:57
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[Erick Sermon and >>Parrish Smith] Hanging out one Sunday night up at Grand Yes, me and my man >>Pee Plus some fam Walked in like we owned the joint, packin' the joints Sound bangin' It's Green, DJ on point >>Straight to the V.I.P Yo, Pee >>Yo E, what you thinkin'? Hennessey, what you drinkin'? >>Goose We can ball like people with bitches do Like, I don't like Champagne, but bitches do >>Ten minutes later: females walkin' up >>To the Velvet Rope (Let me clear my throat!) Six come in, one in particular Had a devilish grin >>Shorty what's your name? (Jane) But she's bad as hell, smell ridiculous Back of my mind, I'm thinkin' 'bout hittin' this >>Yo, haircut like Keyshia Cole >>Body like a stripper she belonged on a pole She sat down right between P and I, like "Hi..." Real moist: I know that voice P tell me.... >>Oh know it couldn't be... >>The J to the A to the N to the E Open your cell phone up so I can see Yup that's she >>Up in N.Y.C [??].... I head toward the bathroom >>Yo E, you sweatin' Good ... always one in the class room >>A gold digger, she treats niggas like fast food >>A Wu-Tang chick, she knows that Cash Rules Play me? I'm a G A pimp like Bishop "Don" Juan [Jump king?], The Fonz >>PMD, that's that bullshit I'm on >>Never get played >>No arcade, no games >>No dame, P learned his lesson from Jane >>What you see is what you get >>That's why I stay in my lane >>Cause the box will have you hemmed up, going insane >>On some kiss-kiss shit, like Chris and T-Pain So off we go, let the trumpets blow Beware, from the J-to-the-A, she's a ho
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Left 4 Dead ft Skyzoo 03:12
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[Intro: Erick Sermon] Yeah EPMD, 9th Wonder It's crazy New York Charlotte, yep! EPMD can hold you down baby Uh [Parrish Smith] Spark this off with a b-boy who show P love O.G. from the golden era, duckin bullets and slugs Meltin ice cream mugs, EPMD the niggas you love New York Vice, tight like Crockett and Tubbs Rarely seen but when seen on the scene (who you wit?) I'm with Green, gettin cream, a +Wild Thing+ like Charlie Sheen [Erick Sermon] A "Wild Thing" like Tone Loc, I'm no joke, take notes The rap intrepid, I blow on record No boat, I'm still captain, what's happenin The big dawg of rap and the E Great Dane My name is Hall of Fame, the game owe me some change +The Collector+, Denzel director, go tell [Parrish Smith] Yeah mock bird with six shells, leave a smoky smell Have you up in the hospital ringin the nurse's bell [Erick Sermon] Like ding I got hit (uh-huh) by two of rap's, most dangerous E and P and they both had stainless [Hook: Parrish Smith] Biggie Smalls and 2Pac - left for dead Innocent bystanders - left for dead Big L, Jam Master Jay - left for dead The whole hip-hop culture - left for dead (oh, my, God) [Parrish Smith] Okay fun's up (say what?) The reign son's up Hoes down, G's up, yo let your guns bust For the soldiers that fell, for the soldiers in jail For the cats that ain't makin it, dudes with no bail Stand or die, yo I tell no lie You get caught not tellin the truth they make sure you fry [Erick Sermon] Uh-huh, we won't fry, cause we don't lie We ain't change funk flow still same Beats still knockin, we still rockin Cats on the bozack, they ain't poppin Lil' things stoppin, and that means you Cause we shuttin you down, for the underground [Parrish Smith] Run cats out of town like P.E. we "Shut 'Em Down" Bustin live rounds, straight gunnin now [Erick Sermon] Shhh, out in the open, rubber grip shit with red scope an' Beware when you approachin [Hook] [Skyzoo] Yeah, call me S-K-Y, Z-O-O They say the first line is probably the best line I call it the set line it's sort of the fetch line But then the next line that follows the first line Will body the first line and make it the worst line So what it means is, whatever procedes this Is above the previous, stepping stong weak shit 24 leak shit, grind with a pen And try to line up with the pen but it's up where the nosebleeds is S-K, the forechosen to cut 'cross The last rapper for everyone you grew up on I'm past better, my past letters is past headers I'm a product of student money and black leathers 7-1-8 shit, no better replacement Started writin backwards, young'un letters is basic Huh, different with a given goal the way I'm pitchin with it Don't take it to heart homey it's "Strictly Business"
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They Tell Me ft Keith Murray 02:48
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[Erick Sermon] Yeah Something has to be said Uh Somebody tell me something Whats up? [Parrish Smith] That it's on right now and we about to let off And that the industry is sleepin and HipHop is soft EPMD is the boss like Rick Ross We don't knock or ring or else we kick down the door with force Bust you down, leave a sign on you that say you lost Game over, no more quaters, plus the machine is broke Money don't really remember nothing, all he has seen is smoke No witness, no statement, no case Incorporate you eat cheese, then you get a raise Rubbed out return to the earth Six feet deep in the dirt With the snakes and maggots cause you got murked [Erick Sermon] Yeah, and they keep telling me that You're only as good as your last record And if I was to do something now they wouldn't second Hardcore respect it and that is enough You got more props then call your bluff Same thing happend to Marry and Mariah They both came back with fire, fuck retiring I got belts around my waist You keep holding your pants up Homeboy male up! That's your opinion, cause you're not feeling it How you know they're hot the fans not hearing it The record pins steering it in one direction You, there is some music in the real niggas section [Parrish Smith] That EPMD is a corporation it's not its the group And that they always stack paper so put up your loot Ghetto celebs that's why niggas salute Orange juice and grey goose We dramatic backwards now that P is loose Me and E is back for the kill, no troops That's why we spit the real in the vocal booth [Erick Sermon] Yeah so called gangster and you ain't even hard So called boxer and you ain't even sport When them ribber hit you got punked in the yard You said you got shot and you ain't even scarred But they belive this and you keep betraying them You are a bitch and I'm not the only one saying it [Keith Murray] Now he from the BX but he really soft And he from BK but his guns don't go off He from cop killer Queens but he still getting robbed And he from money making but he ain't on his job Now he from LA but he's scared to bang And he from Texas but he will do the damn thing He'd stay in VA but he is scared of the streets And he's from Chi-a but he's sweet as a peach I can tell you 'bout the dope fiends and all of that But I let them tell it cause they sell their moms crack And that ain't gangsta that is wanksta Went to jail and the homo shanked ya Don't get caught between my city and the moon You'll be screaming at night, you loose your life at me to doom I really hung with BIG, squared off with Pac Shook hands in the House of Blues before the shit popped First fought niggas in the industry and kept it cool You ain't see me running my mouth in no interviews And you fools on them DVD's waving tools No that ain't something that a gangsta do
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Actin' Up 03:02
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[Hook] When one-two starts actin up Homey duck, homey duck, homey duck, homey duck BLAOW! Somebody shoulda told that dude BLAOW! Somebody shoulda told that dude [Verse One: Vic D] "One, two, three, four, five" Oh-six through oh-eight, this is oh-nine live And for the new year I pack a chrome fo'-five And keep it straight raw like Shady fo'-five It's I, youngest in charge, a.k.a. so fly Act up, I'm your neck like a fuckin bowtie Back up, show respect to the newest multi- -million sold, and that's only in the N.Y. - OH! Get low when that kickback blow I put a X on you squares, call it tic-tac-toe {*click clack BLOW*} Put a lil' tag on his toe I call it yeast infection faggot how I get that dough So who want beef, and I'mma shoot it 'til my shooter come through Hop out the Cougar put a hole in your medullah It's mo' back at it I'm stoned like crack addicts Hocus pocus sayonara I'm gone - black magic [Hook] [Verse Two: Erick Sermon] + (Parrish Smith) That EPMD we a hip-hop phenom' This style I birthed it, I am the mom The illest (Slow Flow) and the one-two (Without D.M.C. I'm who they Run to) Who they come to, to get their swag (I've been that little boy with the duffel bag) Ain't anything changed, keep cash bags with me (I'm a threat, so I keep trash bags with me) Okay! Dem lay, and if dey dumpin Double pumpin shotgun action, who's askin? YOUUUUUUUUUUUU~! (Can't be for real) (You eatin, but you ain't finish your meal) Uhh, I'm the blueprint for those who can't lose (I wrote them checks so I paid them dues) Yeah Sermon, who walked in my shoes? You better be Bigfoot (if not stay put) [Hook] [Verse Three: Tre] So I'm the future of this music, bet your life on that Since construction paper and Crayolas I've been writin raps So don't confuse me with these bamas that, ain't got no talent And just all of a sudden up and decide to rap Ain't no disguisin that bullshit, they ride to that bullshit Who bought 'em that bullshit? Your mom and them? She probably mad, 'bout to whup your ass for not again But don't feel bad, you just tryin to win Talkin 'bout designers and your diamonds what you drivin in And you ain't even behind the wheel, go to the passenger side of it Tell me - why is that niggas do that? That nigga ain't do that He lyin, he ain't never lived through that Even people that know you hear you and be like "Who dat?" That nigga ain't do that (uh-uh, I don't believe him) I been knew that, been seen through that Hear you yappin 'bout some weight you never sold People you ain't never shoot at Take it down, let's see whatever fairy tales you bring back (You do got a good imagination though, I can tell you that) This force is all boss, to fakers of all fakers Just face it, you all talk and it's PHONY BABY

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