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It's like this y'all, it's that y'all
It's like this y'all, it's like that
It's like y'all, it's like that y'all

is the year for the barbaric an' the cats with skills
Underground with the hoodie, fuck it real
While you was in your bed, we was makin' a mill'
Got up with Erick Sermon, dropped Gots 2 Chill'

Then niggaz bugged, turned B boy, slash thug
Givin' fake love, with fake hugs, to thugs
fake mugs, runnin' they mouth with the place bugged
An' a slug an' no one see nothin' but mask an' gloves

Ayyo, likewise, I in strong with no disguise
Ruthless, me, transformed, I'm Eazy-E
Past the of rockin' the joint
I'm blowin' the spot, wreckin' the with my team

NFL, 'Niggaz for life', so feel
I see a few clowns, so the steel at?
Me an' my boys are ready, aim an' hold it steady
For who dream, believe, I'm Freddie

Now yo, if you got dollars in your pocket
Put a peace in the air if you from the South Bronx
An' let me hear you say, "Hell yeah", hell
Say, "Hell yeah", yeah

Ayyo, I the mic an' strike, explode an' ignite
Off the head, reminiscin' about some shit night
No dough in the pocket but that shit's
An' these fagots always stress me, so I keep my tight

Who am I? The cat to put that ass on
Fuck your sister, then chill you, then tell her man,"Hi"
Then start stalkin', three point like Hershey Hawkins
it back to the Seventy-Sixers like Johnny Dawkins

Yo, I come through with the Squadron entourage
Lookin' ghetto superstars
EPMD's the name, no mistakin'
I rob you for all you got an' keep

The blah buck off like a wild Jamaican
an' dominatin' the situation
Yes, on the scene, the duo,
Lettin' off, causin' ruckus in boroughs

Yo, this shout out goes to
You know what I'm On [Incomprehensible] Avenue
Newport Garden
EPMD, you know I'm sayin?

To the Brentwood Posse, somebody say
"Make money, money, money, money, money"
money, money, make money, money, money
Everybody say, "Make money, money, money, money, money"
money, money, make money, money, money

Yo, who grabs the mic an' spit flows while you swing
I'm high off the endo, but straight up, you gets no wins
I like to ill, pop corks an' watch the Mo'
Hundred bills dippin' po nine while my niggaz chill

Yo, yo, yo, P chill, chill,
Niggaz is in here B
Yo, lounge out man, goddamn, niggaz is always fuckin' up
Just put shit on they can dance to then