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

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

Next up! Yo I believe me
Yo, get on the mic and rock the

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

Next up, yo I believe me
Yo get on the mic and rock the

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

up
Yo I believe me
Fame! Get on the mic for the

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

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