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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 |