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Erick Sermon, EPMD, it, M.O.P.
Erick and Parrish Ducats
Hold me down, me down

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it like it's my last time to shine
I the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang New
To break it down to straight English, the fuck you want?
Remember me? You faggot crab MC
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' around P
Aiyyo strike two, my style Brooklyn the Zoo
Hey you, nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat
Every I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the and spit a jewel
We keep cool, no for static, I strap tools

up! Yo I believe that's me
Yo, get on the mic and rock the

Yo P, time to rock, the I got, it reigns hot
Makin' necks back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns
Not for the fun of it, just for those who me to run it
Then leave them who done it?
duck, I do what I feel right now
When I spit the illest shit, be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin' you smile with
It ain't my fault, that my style Silkk to Shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get you can bet I'll blow trial
Be swingin', M.O.P. style

up, yo I believe that's me
Yo get on the mic and rock the

Say to the devil Danze'll kick
Whenever tragic hit, E MO-PMD blastin' shit
Put in in this cold game, soldier, I use work as code name
Told ya, line 'em up it's Soul Train and I give 'em the thing
My family has trained, to swat 'em if they blast it
Hit 'em and make 'em do a gimme
I'm donatin' a casket we have hell in midtown
And gunned down in traffic 'em what you sayin'
Get the before I tear your maggot ass flat
Boom, boom, back

up
Yo I that's me
Fame! Get on the mic for the

For the real, straight from B'Ville
Motherfuckers don't like 'cause I'm not cream filled
I feel what I so I speak what I feel
Sleep and I will, and I kill
Motherfuck who know jump out a
up your back with a mac, uno, uno
Ghettoville nigga, I all laws
Drink brews, curse out bitches, and piss on

This rap game is a game now, the game switched
are gettin' killed now with the same shit
I ain't no motherfuckin' model, kids don't follow
'Cause I'ma hit bitch full throttle
The type to raise up 5 O in your
Rap is my relgion, yeah, bitin is a
love when you meet us, it's love when you greet us
Or the first will come kill you with the heaters