Yo, yo-yo, yo Aiyyo this here's procedure, rock MC's durin' my I spend to do 'em in The sound pumps and runs right through ya When it hits, it like a airbag to ya
Some flip to it, small kids might to it And jail get rep to it You get, by on record but you wack on So I'm, blowin' you up, throwin' hand
why we roll 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, bust, crush and rush you flossin' nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush So yo, the deally for really We nine untilly, grindin' like Billy So chill and spark 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 card and on the back of it's my fan 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
Uh, takin' our spot, that's outrageous P and I stomp who get courageous And get rocked on stages Any book or mag, we on a few
Not commercial, not frontin', and no I swear, we take it there Billboard's top ten, tradition Comin' through blastin' mad ammunition
Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman in armor, penthouse view, with the sauna God dammit, pass me the rock, and me slam it Jam it cram it, until you niggaz understand it
It's been a long time, MC crabbin' bitch runnin' Wack we straight stunnin' When we up, unexpected, undetected Resurrected, EPMD wind, fuel-injected
Yo, I you was a fan of mine I know you was a fan of I know you was a fan of my card and on the back of it's my fan club digits
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 it's my fan digits
yeah, tell em P, yo I never seen y'all before, when I came With my headbangin' with the 'Hit Squad crew' Hardcore, we got biz the get go Any beef with us, we lettin' shit go
E-Dub, no one me If there's a spot, find a vacancy Boy, I own my style, while got leases I get the pie, while y'all get pieces
That's why we own, our shit, we don't condone flash, Erick and Parrish, we got it sewn And like I'm Damon we for the cash, mash for the fash' Bashin' the rash, double up P, on smidash
So playin', serious like 'So What Cha Sayin'?' In Apollo sold out Red man, fuckin' headbangin' To the street corners, the back alleys, to the valleys EPMD in effect, chillin' as the tally