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[Erick Sermon]
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Anybody around here seen Two-Gun Billy?
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I said, did anybody around here seen Two-Gun Billy?
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(Ain't no Two-Gun Billy 'round here
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Who the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)
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[Erick Sermon]
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You just pull a gun out on me?
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Now you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *
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Now, if any one of y'all see him
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Tell him that, EPMD was in town..
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[Parrish Smith]
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Draw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors
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Spurs on my Timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor
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Cowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin
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Quick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin
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Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me
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you shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the
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black dragon, puffin L's in the truck wagon
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Drinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin
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And hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room
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like Josie Wale and Clint Eastwood at High Noon
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So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow
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Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people
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Time to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw
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Fastest nigga in the wild West or East you ever saw
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An outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir
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Time to ride again until next time to draw
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"Ten nine eight seven six five four
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three two murder one lyric at your door" -> Method Man
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Draw..
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"Gimme that microphone
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I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone" -> Cool J
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"Ten nine eight seven six five four
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three two murder one lyric at your door" -> Method Man
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Draw..
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"Gimme that microphone
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I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone" -> Cool J
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[Erick Sermon]
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Hah
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Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic
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flee the scene, or see the infrared beam
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On the mic I dismantle, leave an impression
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and ruin you, like I'm the Bill Clinton scandal
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Impeach em, then I Erick can B. President
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Pass a law, hardcore in the residence
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Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt
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the hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout
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Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out
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and focus, or go into hypnosis
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I wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)
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Up the top with the street team hangin out, hangin Squadron posters
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Me and my dogs homey reppin
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in case some punks roll up, yo P, flash the weapon
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Forty-four caliber chrome, read it
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Can't count ten paces, I'm already heated it
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P and Erick Sermon is like a Ruger German
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Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em
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Any superhero we lettin em know from door
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Come correct when it's time to draw
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Draw
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| EPMD |
