[Erick Sermon]
Hit the floor, tuck and roll E's on fire
I'm your motherfucker, but not Jerry McGuire
I'm the dark skinned, packing mac-10, who get busy
Effective, putting shit in the proper perspective

[Parrish Smith]
Strapped with the gat, busting caps across the map
Yo the crew's back, royalties and ascap
I'm six two, fat went with the chrome shoe
Diamond and jewels, estates with the swimmin pools

And the sauna, piggedy-puffin on some marijuana
From Tijuana, miggedy-mess around and youse a goner
I stash the cash don't flash the cash what?
You figgedy-front on this kid I smash that ass

Chiggedy-check the one two-er, bringing it from the sewer to the land
Cross the burning sand, biggedy-back to business with my miggidy-man
Got plans to blow, solidifying all positions in the game
Like coalition, stiggedy-stop look and listen

[Erick Sermon]
To the hot shit, I'm the tale of that bronx shit
Call me sonny, with pounds of money
Bringing raw music, call my style swoosh
Please say mister, when you introduce me

[Parrish Smith]
Yeah, epmd and das efx, time to flex
Like funkmaster, back to business in your tape deck
Steel I hold it, put it together blindfolded
Hanging upside down, bust it, then reload it

Yo, I'm coming up from Virginia, on the linear
Having dinner y'all, with this dime piece named Levinia
Cellu-lar ringing, it's books how ya living
Fat like thanksgiving, drop some shit like a pigeon

Yo, the boogie banger, biggedy-black rover to ranger
Danger, I'm iggidy-off the planet like kramer
My iggidy-anger, slaughter, iggidy-out of order
Split your monkey ass in half like moses split the wiggidy-water

[Chorus: x2]
You intrigued by the way, we do our thing
Do what?
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you swing
Say what?
Pick up the mic, hot, and make it swing
"yo, cold wax and tax mc's who tend to act ill"

[Erick Sermon]
Any hype, out the door, kill it
Anything the squadron wants, bill it
Epmd out the box we be rocking
We hold the title, like priests hold the bible

[Parrish Smith]
God bless, to any MC who wanna test
Survival of the fittest, fuck it life or death
With ill maneuvers, rapper slash producer
Putting it down with e-dub, in the sewer

Some riggidy-real thugs, sex hip-hop and drugs
Liggidy-left burnt rugs, drinking beers out of gold mugs
Slugs in the barrel, on name brand apparel
Briggidy-bringing drama like John Travolta in arrow

But niggidy-no need for that, smith squeeze the gat
Ease em back, or niggas gon' biggidy-bleed, in fact
It's wiggidy wild shine like the head, of golden child
Corrupt styles, sinister smile, we taking bails to trial

[Chorus ]


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