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    Epmd For My People

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    3:03
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    192 kbps
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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    Hereeeeeee we go....



    [Verse One: Erick Sermon]



    The E-R-I-C-K S-E-R-M-O-N

    Im dark skinned, pack a mac 10

    More menace and Ill wreck the whole damn set

    Smash (yes) you aint seen *shit* yet

    Yes, a fact, a black nine mil is what I pack

    In the front of my waist, right next to my bozack

    A safety, for the suckers that hate me

    I havent had to bust a couple of rounds lately

    I hope not, its no fun getting shot

    Cause when I cock, I aim straight for the knot

    I dont miss, I have a scope, no jokin

    You should hope, that disco appearance like broke

    Mass destruction when I start crushin and bustin

    Duck MCs, Im bumrushin

    Swift wit the trig, theres nuff foes equipped

    Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shits thick

    Im not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by

    A punk chump wit spunk, who dares to jump

    By the hour, I push power like Hiroshima

    Got dropped on by USA and like cleaned her

    I manage to damage people without a sequel

    This is for my people



    [Verse Two: PMD]



    Check out the main attraction, black man in action

    Number one crowd mover, I break backs in

    Boy, you shoulda known what EPMD stands for

    Sucker snappin necks, bustin caps, and breakin jaws

    Its Erick and Parrish Making Dollars

    Excel, living well, taking no shorts and why bother

    to whine while I dine, sounds genuine

    You walked in wrong camp, punk, stepped on a landmine

    Boom bang, bust the slang that I bring

    From Brentwood, Long Island, all the way to Sing-Sing

    Yes the penile, peace to brothers on trial

    For some *bullshit* charge, mugshot on file

    For hard time, thump beats like an Alpine

    No Sam Suey sole shoe shoot joints, back a tech nine

    Yes the brothers back wit no knife or ax

    Just a microphone, sucker, it limits that pack

    Def blows and flows, quadraverbs and echoes

    Sounds the pound hard to make an MC petrol

    My nine mil, kitted wit the infrared beam

    Something similar to a Roger Moore scene

    Thats James Bond, 007, wit guillotine

    To keep the Hit Squad hype to fly heads like the A-Team

    Dont bug or miss, bug on the sequel

    For this shit I kick, its strictly for my people



    [PMD gives shoutouts]
    [ For My People Lyrics ]


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