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[Erick Sermon]
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Yeah yeah, uh-huh, word up
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Yo, yo-yo.. YO
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Aiyyo this here's procedure, rock MC's durin my leisure
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time I spend to do em in
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The sound pumps hard, and runs right through ya
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When it hits, it reacts like a airbag to ya
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Some flip to it, small kids might skip to it
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and jail cats get rep to it
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You get, by on record but you wack on stage
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So I'm, blowin you up, throwin hand grenades
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[Parrish Smith]
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That's why we roll with the big boys
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with big toys, bringin crazy noise and ruckus
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shuttin down crews and motherfuckers
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in low beta, not to be fucked with like the swamp gator
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potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed when I blaze ya
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As I, dust bust, crush and rush
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Catch you flossin nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush
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So yo, what's the deally for really
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We rock nine untilly, grindin like Billy
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So niggaz chill and spark the Phillie
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Chorus: Parrish Smith (repeat 2X)
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Yo, I know you was a fan of mine
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I know you was a fan of mine
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I know you was a fan of mine
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Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan club digits
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[Erick Sermon]
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Uh, aiyyo takin our spot, that's outrageous
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P and I stomp those who get courageous
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And microphones get rocked on stages
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Any book or mag, we on a few pages
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Not commercial, not frontin, and no movie
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I swear, cause we take it there
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Billboard's top ten, that's tradition
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Comin through blastin with mad ammunition
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[Parrish Smith]
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Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman charmer
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Night in armor, penthouse view, with the sauna
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God damnit, pass me the rock, and watch me slam it
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Jam it cram it, until you stupid niggaz understand it
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It's been a long time, MC crabbin bitch niggaz runnin
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Wack MC's we straight stunnin
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when we roll up, unexpected, undetected
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Resurrected, EPMD second wind, fuel-injected
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Chorus
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[Erick Sermon]
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Word yeah, tell em P, yo
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I never seen y'all before, when I came through
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with my dogs headbangin with the - Hit Squad crew
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Hardcore, we got biz from the get go
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Any beef with us, we ain't lettin shit go
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E-Dub, no one replacin me
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If there's a spot, then find a vacancy
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Boy, I own my style, while y'all got leases
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I get the whole pie, while y'all get pieces
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[Parrish Smith]
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That's why we own, bitin our shit, we don't condone
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News flash, Erick and Parrish, we got it sewn
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And like I'm Damon we Dash for the cash, mash for the fash'
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Bashin the rash, double up P, straight on smidash
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So stop playin, serious like _So What Cha Sayin'?_
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In Apollo sold out with Redman, fuckin headbangin
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to the street corners, the back alleys, to the Cali valleys
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EPMD in effect, chillin as the scans tally
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The Fan
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