It's like this y'all, it's that y'all It's like this y'all, like that y'all It's like this y'all, like that y'all
This is the year for the an' the cats with skills Underground the hoodie, fuck keepin' it real While you was in your bed, we was makin' a mill' Got up with Erick Sermon, 'You Gots 2 Chill'
Then niggaz bugged, turned B boy, slash thug Givin' fake love, fake hugs, to fake thugs With mugs, runnin' they mouth with the place bugged An' caught a slug an' no one see nothin' but an' gloves
Ayyo, likewise, I come in with no disguise Ruthless, it's me, transformed, I'm the point of rockin' the joint I'm blowin' the spot, the scene with my team
NFL, for life', so feel that I see a few clowns, so the steel at? Me an' my boys are ready, aim that an' it steady For those who dream, believe, I'm
Now yo, if you got dollars in your pocket Put a peace sign in the air if you from the South An' let me hear you say, "Hell yeah", hell Say, "Hell yeah", yeah
Ayyo, I grab the mic an' strike, explode an' Off the head, reminiscin' some shit last night No dough in the pocket but that shit's An' these fagots always stress me, so I my shit tight
Who am I? The cat to put that ass on Fuck sister, then chill with you, then tell her man,"Hi" start stalkin', three point shot like Hershey Hawkins Takin' it to the Seventy-Sixers like Johnny Dawkins
Yo, I come through with the Squadron entourage Lookin' ghetto superstars EPMD's the name, there's no I rob you for all you got an' takin'
The blah buck off like a wild Jamaican Earthquakin' an' the situation Yes, on the scene, the duo, Lettin' off, causin' in five boroughs
Yo, this shout out to Brownsville You what I'm sayin? On [Incomprehensible] Avenue Newport Squadron EPMD, you know I'm sayin?
To the Brentwood Posse, somebody say "Make money, money, money, money, money" Make money, money, make money, money, say, "Make money, money, make money, money, money" Make money, money, money, money, money
Yo, who grabs the mic an' spit flows while you swing I'm high off the endo, but straight up, you gets no wins I like to ill, pop an' watch the Mo' spill Hundred dollar bills po nine while my niggaz chill
Yo, yo, yo, P chill, chill, Niggaz is in fightin' B Yo, lounge out man, goddamn, niggaz is always fuckin' up Just put some shit on they can to then