Nas、Eminem、Chauncey Hollis Jr.、erick sermon - EPMD 2(feat. Eminem & EPMD) (Explicit) Composed by：Chauncey Hollis Jr.、Erick Sermon、Marshall B Mathers III、Nasir Jones、Parrish J. Smith Nas+Erick Sermon+PMD： Respectfully Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish Closed casket flow all you n***as get deaded They don't give you one single rose while you can smell it So I pick from my own garden Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather Grandkids and a Rottweiler got over the block trauma Yeah So what you sayin' n***a You gots to chill Uh-huh Thinkin' you the truth really you not for real EPMD Back to back with the hardest s**t of the year Nasir Jones remix PMD+Erick Sermon： EPMD we back in business Ain't nobody f**kin' with us come to your senses P is the second coming of God something to witness Piece of s**t fly on your head like Mike Pence's we in the trenches I'm mad better yet I'm on a rampage My people can't even get minimum wage F**k a stimulus Give me some interest Give me a loan Give me a home Give me that land you owe me so I can roam So when you trespass blaow one in your dome Best wishes ghost 'em like he Tommy Ain't worried 'bout nothing 'cause Hit Squad behind me Nas： EPMD we back in business I visualize what it is not what is isn't We at the mafia table next to the kitchen Eatin' Michelin Stars countin' a million Dunn I let it go for the family meetings and coated Miami The wine bottles on Maggie extra large Sign up for my master class Escobar Feed up and met Sadie I'm at my restaurant Clouded from hazy the daily she know my thoughts get crazy My teachers they couldn't grade me I know some Haitians in Dave County got choppas in Haiti She booked a flight to Colombia made her body amazing Just to post it on Tumblr this that f**k up the summer s**t I don't care what you comin' with me and Hit-Boy running s**t Big gold rope chains but they flooded now Pull up with the ghost like a haunted house She gettin' scary blood on my hands like Carrie Might walk through a cemetery to see where Hip Hop is buried I said it was dead but it faked its death like Machiavelli You see letters in red splatter looks like sauce on spaghetti Eminem： Yeah ready EPMD we're back in business Living in cramp conditions we'll give you ammunition Got no shells I got more shells like Taco Bell and I'm not gon' fail I got no elves like Christmas You don't wanna make the Claus come out Y'all should call yourselves Santa Why 'Cause none of y'all are real nah not a single one Like what Like a dollar bill Yeah It's like your b***h on appellate court She's on the pill we gotta bond and she'll Never bail on me not even outta jail EPMD but me I got no chill Just a lot of skrill Lady my paper's so crazy I just tossed a mill' out the window Of my mobile on the f**king freeway on the way here Like Rudolph and his homies when they pullin' the sleigh yeah It's a lot of bucks flyin' when I'm makin' it rain dear Green on me but no w**d shorty just these darling A pocket full of pills Some are Tylenol 3 probably two or three Molly This summer eve which reminds me of rap summary Mami my theme song me and Pete Always use to play that s**t on repeat all day so please call me Big Daddy plus I got the cane and lean on me MC's I'm eatin' you B-*-*-*-*-H-S like tortilla chips Me I'm free up that Chia green is on Chia Pet This is the effects of my old neighborhood misery index Poverty at its peak OCD and PTSD I guess R.I.P. out to DMX geez louise and MC Ecstasy And Prince Markie Dee MF DOOM I hit 50 via text Told him that I love him 'Cause I don't even know when I'ma see him next Tomorrow could be a death Yeah and this s**t ain't for the faint Cause the brains ill trained killer danger deranged And I drink all the DayQuil and I blank on the paper Then wait 'til the page Fill up hate Spill of shame for the strength of a pain pill the drank I just pray for the day when I'm able to say that I'm placed With the greats and my name's with the Kanes And the Waynes and the Jays And the Dres and the Yes and the Drakes And the J Dillas Jada's Cool J's And the Ras and amazing as Nas is and praise to the Gods Shout to the golden age of hip hop And the name of this song is Nas： EPMD we back in business I visualize what it is not what is isn't We at the mafia table next to the kitchen Eatin' Michelin Stars countin' a million
[id:$00000000] [ar:Nas、Eminem、Chauncey Hollis Jr.、erick sermon] [ti:EPMD 2(feat. Eminem & EPMD) (Explicit)] [by:] [hash:a8605f9f979b754068426733a3f400ea] [al:] [sign:] [qq:] [total:214000] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Nas、Eminem、Chauncey Hollis Jr.、erick sermon - EPMD 2(feat. Eminem & EPMD) (Explicit) [00:00.92]Composed by：Chauncey Hollis Jr.、Erick Sermon、Marshall B Mathers III、Nasir Jones、Parrish J. Smith [00:01.47]Nas+Erick Sermon+PMD： [00:02.76]Respectfully [00:09.25]Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish [00:11.55]Closed casket flow all you n***as get deaded [00:14.05]They don't give you one single rose while you can smell it [00:16.40]So I pick from my own garden [00:17.88]Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather [00:20.14]Grandkids and a Rottweiler got over the block trauma [00:22.69]Yeah [00:22.94]So what you sayin' n***a [00:24.34]You gots to chill [00:25.24]Uh-huh [00:25.79]Thinkin' you the truth really you not for real [00:27.70]EPMD [00:28.05]Back to back with the hardest s**t of the year [00:29.90]Nasir Jones remix [00:30.75]PMD+Erick Sermon： [00:31.20]EPMD we back in business [00:33.15]Ain't nobody f**kin' with us come to your senses [00:35.58]P is the second coming of God something to witness [00:38.13]Piece of s**t fly on your head like Mike Pence's we in the trenches [00:41.39]I'm mad better yet I'm on a rampage [00:44.07]My people can't even get minimum wage [00:46.52]F**k a stimulus [00:47.83]Give me some interest [00:49.08]Give me a loan [00:50.13]Give me a home [00:51.44]Give me that land you owe me so I can roam [00:53.88]So when you trespass blaow one in your dome [00:56.48]Best wishes ghost 'em like he Tommy [00:59.13]Ain't worried 'bout nothing 'cause Hit Squad behind me [01:01.49]Nas： [01:01.64]EPMD we back in business [01:03.49]I visualize what it is not what is isn't [01:05.84]We at the mafia table next to the kitchen [01:08.53]Eatin' Michelin Stars countin' a million [01:11.16]Dunn I let it go for the family meetings and coated Miami [01:14.46]The wine bottles on Maggie extra large [01:16.76]Sign up for my master class Escobar [01:18.82]Feed up and met Sadie I'm at my restaurant [01:21.68]Clouded from hazy the daily she know my thoughts get crazy [01:24.56]My teachers they couldn't grade me [01:26.01]I know some Haitians in Dave County got choppas in Haiti [01:28.41]She booked a flight to Colombia made her body amazing [01:30.76]Just to post it on Tumblr this that f**k up the summer s**t [01:33.31]I don't care what you comin' with me and Hit-Boy running s**t [01:36.84]Big gold rope chains but they flooded now [01:39.26]Pull up with the ghost like a haunted house [01:41.48]She gettin' scary blood on my hands like Carrie [01:43.43]Might walk through a cemetery to see where Hip Hop is buried [01:46.00]I said it was dead but it faked its death like Machiavelli [01:48.75]You see letters in red splatter looks like sauce on spaghetti [01:51.10]Eminem： [01:51.25]Yeah ready [01:51.97]EPMD we're back in business [01:53.87]Living in cramp conditions we'll give you ammunition [01:56.27]Got no shells [01:57.12]I got more shells like Taco Bell and I'm not gon' fail [01:59.07]I got no elves like Christmas [01:59.97]You don't wanna make the Claus come out [02:01.13]Y'all should call yourselves Santa [02:02.23]Why [02:02.53]'Cause none of y'all are real nah not a single one [02:04.91]Like what [02:05.26]Like a dollar bill [02:06.11]Yeah [02:06.31]It's like your b***h on appellate court [02:07.83]She's on the pill we gotta bond and she'll [02:09.87]Never bail on me not even outta jail [02:13.00]EPMD but me I got no chill [02:15.05]Just a lot of skrill [02:16.30]Lady my paper's so crazy I just tossed a mill' out the window [02:19.20]Of my mobile on the f**king freeway on the way here [02:21.61]Like Rudolph and his homies when they pullin' the sleigh yeah [02:24.18]It's a lot of bucks flyin' when I'm makin' it rain dear [02:26.75]Green on me but no w**d shorty just these darling [02:29.25]A pocket full of pills [02:30.35]Some are Tylenol 3 probably two or three Molly [02:32.79]This summer eve which reminds me of rap summary [02:35.39]Mami my theme song me and Pete [02:37.20]Always use to play that s**t on repeat all day so please call me [02:39.75]Big Daddy plus I got the cane and lean on me [02:43.15]MC's I'm eatin' you B-*-*-*-*-H-S like tortilla chips [02:45.85]Me I'm free up that Chia green is on Chia Pet [02:47.80]This is the effects of my old neighborhood misery index [02:50.25]Poverty at its peak OCD and PTSD I guess [02:52.78]R.I.P. out to DMX geez louise and MC Ecstasy [02:55.39]And Prince Markie Dee MF DOOM I hit 50 via text [02:57.75]Told him that I love him [02:58.70]'Cause I don't even know when I'ma see him next [03:00.47]Tomorrow could be a death [03:01.62]Yeah and this s**t ain't for the faint [03:03.32]Cause the brains ill trained killer danger deranged [03:05.44]And I drink all the DayQuil and I blank on the paper [03:07.39]Then wait 'til the page [03:08.19]Fill up hate [03:08.64]Spill of shame for the strength of a pain pill the drank [03:10.69]I just pray for the day when I'm able to say that I'm placed [03:12.94]With the greats and my name's with the Kanes [03:14.54]And the Waynes and the Jays [03:15.44]And the Dres and the Yes and the Drakes [03:16.79]And the J Dillas Jada's Cool J's [03:18.28]And the Ras and amazing as Nas is and praise to the Gods [03:20.53]Shout to the golden age of hip hop [03:21.99]And the name of this song is [03:23.24]Nas： [03:23.44]EPMD we back in business [03:25.04]I visualize what it is not what is isn't [03:27.31]We at the mafia table next to the kitchen [03:30.41]Eatin' Michelin Stars countin' a million