| EPMD lyrics
For My People lyrics
Hereeeeeee we go....
Verse One: Erick Sermon
The E-R-I-C-K S-E-R-M-O-N
I'm dark skinned, pack a mac 10
More menace and I'll wreck the whole damn set
Smash (yes) you ain't seen *shit* yet
Yes, a fact, a black nine mil is what I pack
In the front of my waist, right next to my bozack
A safety, for the suckers that hate me
I haven't had to bust a couple of rounds lately
I hope not, it's no fun getting shot
Cause when I cock, I aim straight for the knot
I don't miss, I have a scope, no jokin
You should hope, that disco appearance like broke
Mass destruction when I start crushin and bustin
Duck MC's, I'm bumrushin
Swift wit the trig, there's nuff foes equipped
Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shit's thick
I'm not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by
A punk chump wit spunk, who dares to jump
By the hour, I push power like Hiroshima
Got dropped on by USA and like cleaned her
I manage to damage people without a sequel
This is for my people
Verse Two: PMD
Check out the main attraction, black man in action
Number one crowd mover, I break backs in
Boy, you shoulda known what EPMD stands for
Sucker snappin necks, bustin caps, and breakin jaws
It's Erick and Parrish Making Dollars
Excel, living well, taking no shorts and why bother
to whine while I dine, sounds genuine
You walked in wrong camp, punk, stepped on a landmine
Boom bang, bust the slang that I bring
From Brentwood, Long Island, all the way to Sing-Sing
Yes the penile, peace to brothers on trial
For some *bullshit* charge, mugshot on file
For hard time, thump beats like an Alpine
No Sam Suey sole shoe shoot joints, back a tech nine
Yes the brother's back wit no knife or ax
Just a microphone, sucker, it limits that pack
Def blows and flows, quadraverbs and echoes
Sounds the pound hard to make an MC petrol
My nine mil, kitted wit the infrared beam
Something similar to a Roger Moore scene
That's James Bond, 007, wit guillotine
To keep the Hit Squad hype to fly heads like the A-Team
Don't bug or miss, bug on the sequel
For this *shit* I kick, it's strictly for my people
(PMD gives shoutouts)
Other EPMD lyrics:
D.J. K La Boss lyrics
I'm Housin' lyrics
The Steve Martin lyrics
Get Off the Bandwagon lyrics
It's My Thing lyrics
Jane lyrics
Let the Funk Flow lyrics
Strictly Business lyrics
You're a Customer lyrics
You Gots to Chill lyrics
You Had Too Much to Drink lyrics
Get the Bozack lyrics
It's Time 2 Party lyrics
It Wasn't Me, It Was the Fame lyrics
Jane II lyrics
Knick Knack Patty Wack lyrics
Please Listen to My Demo lyrics
So What Cha Sayin lyrics
Strictly Snappin' Necks lyrics
The Big Payback lyrics
Total Kaos lyrics
Who's Booty lyrics
Brothers on My Jock lyrics
Hit Squad Heist lyrics
Manslaughter lyrics
Mr. Bozack lyrics
Rampage lyrics
Underground lyrics
Funky Piano lyrics
Give the People lyrics
Gold Digger lyrics
Hardcore lyrics
I'm Mad lyrics
Jane 3 lyrics
Boon Dox lyrics
Can't Hear Nothing But the Music lyrics
Chill lyrics
Cummin' at Cha lyrics
It's Going Down lyrics
Nobody's Safe Chump lyrics
Who Killed Jane lyrics
Crossover lyrics
Head Banger lyrics
Play the Next Man lyrics
Scratch Bring It Back (Part 2 - Mic Doc) lyrics
Do it Again lyrics
Get Wit This lyrics
Intro - Back In Business lyrics
K.I.M. lyrics
Never Seen Before lyrics
Skit lyrics
You Gots to Chill '97 lyrics
Apollo Interlude lyrics
Dungeon Master lyrics
Intrigued lyrics
Jane 5 lyrics
Last Man Standing lyrics
Put On lyrics
Richter Scale lyrics
The Joint lyrics
Check 1, 2 lyrics
Right Now lyrics
The Fan lyrics
The Funk lyrics
Draw lyrics
Hold Me Down lyrics
House Party lyrics
Intro - Out of Business lyrics
Jane 6 lyrics
Pioneers lyrics
Rap is Still Outta Control lyrics
Symphony lyrics
Symphony 2000 lyrics
U Got Shot lyrics
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