Yo, yo-yo, yo Aiyyo this here's procedure, rock MC's my leisure Time I to do 'em in The sound pumps hard and right through ya When it hits, it reacts a airbag to ya
Some flip to it, small might skip 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 Shuttin' crews and motherfuckers In low beta, not to be fucked with the swamp gator Potato, on the of the snub nosed when I blaze ya
As I, dust bust, and rush you flossin' nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush So yo, what's the deally for We rock nine untilly, grindin' Billy So niggaz and spark the Phillie
Yo, I you was a fan of mine I know you was a fan of I you was a fan of mine Here's my card and on the back of 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 back of it's my fan digits
Uh, aiyyo our spot, that's outrageous P and I those who get courageous 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 Billboard's top ten, that's Comin' blastin' with mad ammunition
Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, charmer Night in armor, view, with the sauna God dammit, pass me the rock, and me slam it Jam it cram it, you stupid niggaz understand it
It's been a long time, MC crabbin' bitch niggaz Wack we straight stunnin' When we up, unexpected, undetected Resurrected, EPMD second wind,
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 club
Yo, I you was a fan of mine I know you was a fan of I know you was a fan of Here's my card and on the of it's my fan club digits
yeah, tell em P, yo I seen y'all before, when I came through With my dogs headbangin' the 'Hit Squad crew' Hardcore, we got biz the get go Any with us, we ain't lettin' shit go
E-Dub, no one me If there's a spot, then find a Boy, I own my style, while y'all got I get the pie, while y'all get pieces
That's why we own, bitin' our shit, we don't News flash, Erick and Parrish, we got it And like I'm we Dash for the cash, mash for the fash' Bashin' the rash, double up P, straight on
So stop playin', serious 'So What Cha Sayin'?' In Apollo sold out Red man, fuckin' headbangin' To the street corners, the alleys, to the Cali valleys EPMD in effect, as the scans tally