Yo, yo-yo, yo Aiyyo this here's procedure, rock durin' my leisure I spend to do 'em in The sound pumps hard and runs right ya When it hits, it like a airbag to ya
flip to it, small kids might skip to it And jail get rep to it You get, by on record but you wack on So I'm, you up, throwin' hand grenades
That's why we with the big boys big toys, bringin' crazy noise and ruckus Shuttin' down 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, crush and Catch you flossin' nigga, turn your ice physi' into So yo, the deally for really We rock nine untilly, like Billy So niggaz chill and the Phillie
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 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 microphones get 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, that's Comin' blastin' with mad ammunition
Five-alarmer, bomber, woman charmer Night in armor, penthouse view, 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 time, MC crabbin' bitch niggaz runnin' Wack MC's we stunnin' When we up, unexpected, undetected Resurrected, EPMD second wind,
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 of it's my fan club digits
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 back of my fan club digits
yeah, tell em P, yo I never seen y'all before, I came through my dogs headbangin' with 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, find a vacancy Boy, I own my style, y'all got leases I get the pie, while y'all get pieces
why we own, bitin' our shit, we don't condone News flash, and Parrish, we got it sewn And I'm Damon we Dash for the cash, mash for the fash' Bashin' the rash, double up P, on smidash
So stop playin', serious like 'So What Cha In Apollo sold out with Red man, fuckin' To the street corners, the back alleys, to the valleys EPMD in effect, chillin' as the tally