It's like y'all, it's like that y'all It's like this y'all, it's that y'all like this y'all, it's like that y'all
This is the for the barbaric an' the cats with skills Underground with the hoodie, keepin' it real you was pissin' in your bed, we was makin' a mill' Got up with Sermon, dropped 'You Gots 2 Chill'
Then niggaz bugged, turned hardcore B boy, slash Givin' fake love, with fake hugs, to fake With fake mugs, they mouth with the place bugged An' caught a slug an' no one see but mask an' gloves
Ayyo, likewise, I come in with no disguise Ruthless, me, transformed, I'm Eazy-E Past the point of the joint I'm blowin' the spot, wreckin' the scene with my
NFL, for life', so feel that I see a few clowns, so the steel at? Me an' my boys are ready, aim an' hold it steady For those who dream, believe, I'm
Now yo, if you got dollars in your pocket Put a peace sign in the air if you from the Bronx An' let me hear you say, "Hell yeah", hell Say, "Hell yeah", hell
Ayyo, I grab the mic an' strike, an' ignite Off the head, reminiscin' about some shit night No in the pocket but that shit's alright An' these fagots always me, so I keep my shit tight
Who am I? The cat to put ass on standby Fuck your sister, chill with you, then tell her man,"Hi" Then start stalkin', three point shot like Hawkins Takin' it to the Seventy-Sixers like Johnny Dawkins
Yo, I come through camouflaged the Squadron entourage Lookin' like superstars EPMD's the name, no mistakin' I rob you for all you got an' keep
The blah blah off like a wild Jamaican an' dominatin' the situation Yes, on the scene, the duo, off, causin' ruckus in five boroughs
Yo, this shout out goes to You know what I'm sayin? On [Incomprehensible] Newport Squadron EPMD, you know I'm sayin?
To the Brentwood Posse, just say "Make money, money, money, money, money" Make money, money, make money, money, say, "Make money, money, make money, money, money" Make money, money, money, money, money
Yo, who grabs the mic an' flows while you swing low? I'm high off the endo, but straight up, you no wins though I to ill, pop corks an' watch the Mo' spill Hundred dollar bills po nine while my niggaz chill
Yo, yo, yo, P chill, chill, Niggaz is in here B Yo, lounge out man, goddamn, is always fuckin' up shit Just put shit on they can dance to then