Yo, yo-yo, yo Aiyyo this here's procedure, rock MC's durin' my Time I to do 'em in The pumps hard and runs right through ya When it hits, it reacts like a to ya
Some to it, small kids might skip to it And jail get rep to it You get, by on but you wack on stage So I'm, blowin' you up, hand grenades
That's why we with the big boys With big toys, bringin' crazy and ruckus down crews and motherfuckers In low beta, not to be fucked with like the swamp Potato, on the of the snub nosed when I blaze ya
As I, dust bust, and rush Catch you flossin' nigga, turn your ice physi' slush So yo, what's the deally for We rock nine untilly, grindin' like So niggaz chill and the Phillie
Yo, I you was a fan of mine I you was a fan of mine I know you was a fan of Here's my and on the back of it's my fan club digits
Yo, I know you was a fan of I know you was a fan of I you was a fan of mine Here's my card and on the of it's my fan club digits
Uh, aiyyo takin' our spot, that's P and I stomp those who get And get rocked on stages Any book or mag, we on a few
Not commercial, not frontin', and no I swear, 'cause we it there top ten, that's tradition Comin' through blastin' with mad
Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman Night in armor, penthouse view, with the God dammit, me the rock, and watch me slam it Jam it it, until you stupid niggaz understand it
It's been a time, MC crabbin' bitch niggaz runnin' Wack we straight stunnin' When we roll up, unexpected, Resurrected, second wind, fuel-injected
Yo, I know you was a fan of I you was a fan of mine I know you was a fan of Here's my card and on the back of my fan club digits
Yo, I you was a fan of mine I you was a fan of mine I you was a fan of mine Here's my card and on the back of my fan club digits
yeah, tell em P, yo I never seen y'all before, when I came With my dogs with the 'Hit Squad crew' Hardcore, we got biz the get go Any beef us, we ain't lettin' shit go
E-Dub, no one me If there's a spot, find a vacancy Boy, I own my style, y'all got leases I get the whole pie, while get pieces
That's why we own, our shit, we don't condone News flash, and Parrish, we got it sewn And like I'm Damon we Dash for the cash, mash for the Bashin' the rash, double up P, straight on
So stop playin', serious 'So What Cha Sayin'?' In Apollo sold out with Red man, headbangin' To the street corners, the back alleys, to the valleys EPMD in effect, as the scans tally