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EPMD lyrics Get Wit This lyrics [Parrish Smith] Last man standing, like Bruce Willis, about to kill with this Niggaz feel this, the masters of realness In your town to get down, so give your man a pound Let him know what's goin down, take a pull and hold it now Back to matters we call the rhyme data Home run batter, shuttin down your chitter chatter So kill the he say she say bust the replay Hit Squad, Def Squad, stay busy like the freeway [Erick Sermon] Dig this, in the field of rap, I pull rank Sets it Off like Vivica Fox and La' robbin banks What you think? On the roof I work, smokin dank Puffin Bone-Thugs and the boombox crank Live in color, I represent, for the hardcore brother who pack Lethal Weapons, without Dan Glover And still we achieve the great, those who try to fade us get clowned, plus beat down, so Chorus: repeat 2X Let's get up, let's get down Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material .. It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you [Parrish Smith] Aiyyo the rhymes I recite, airtight, like a submarine Hip-Hop fiends, like a Jones, for nicotine of tobacco so I can't slack yo Got the knack though, bring it live and that's a fact yo Niggaz buggin out, askin when we comin out Samps is runnin out, need new shit to talk about How you doin (where you been) in the biz Sittin on chrome, back to set trends [Erick Sermon] Well it's the rappin Lex Luthor, step to me I'll do ya Send you back to the future - he for real man? HELL YEAH I don't care, I gets it on anywhere From the streets of East New York, to the streets of Bel Air First things first, I come to work with mad equipment to do y'all, in the U-Haul and the side biscuit My persona, got suburban kids bangin their heads up in the gym like Nirvana Chorus [Parrish Smith] Back to take mine, like Jordan, goin baseline Create rhyme, break spines, when it's showtime Niggaz wanna doubt me, talk about P No slouch B, cause off the meter's how my clout be [Erick Sermon] Indeed, I'm amazing when I ? Got the crowd doin shit by remote control Comin high powered, what's the discrepency coward? Dunk on your head, like Juwan Howard Chorus 2X 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 For My People 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 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 |