Respectfully
Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish
Closed casket flow, all you niggas get deaded
They don't give you one single rose while you can smell it
Respectfully
Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish
Closed casket flow, all you niggas get deaded
They don't give you one single rose while you can smell it
So I pick from my own garden (Garden)
Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather
Grandkids and a Rottweiler got over the block trauma (Yeah, trauma)
So what you sayin', nigga? You gots to chill (Uh-huh)
Thinkin' you the truth, really you not for real (EPMD!)
Back to back with it, the hardest shit of the year (Nasir Jones, remix)
[Verse 1: PMD & Erick Sermon]
EPMD, we back in business
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us, come to your senses (Uh)
P is the second comin' of God, somethin' to witness
Piece of shit, 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
Fuck a stimulus (Uh), give me some interest (Uh)
Give me a loan (Oh), 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
[Chorus: 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
[Verse 2: Nas & Eminem]
Dun! I let it go for the family, meetin's at Cote in Miami
Them wine bottles on maggie, extra large
Sign up for my masterclass, Escobar
Feet up at Mets Stadium at my restaurant
Tied in from AZ to Dave East
You know my thoughts get crazy
My teachers, they couldn't grade me
I know some Haitians in Dade County, got choppers in Haiti
She booked a flight to Colombia, made her body amazin'
Just to post it on Tumblr, this that "fuck up the summer" shit
I don't care what you comin' with, me and Hit-Boy runnin' shit (Runnin' shit)
Big gold, rope chains, but they flooded now (Yeah; flooded now)
Pull up with the Ghost like a haunted house (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, look like sauce and spaghetti
(Yeah, ready?)
[Verse 3: Eminem]
EPMD, we're back in business (What?)
Livin' in cramped conditions, we'll give you ammunition
I stock those shelves, I got more shells like Taco Bell and I'm not gon' fail
I got no L's (Noels) like Christmas, you don't wanna make the claws (Claus) come out (Nah)
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 bitch in the appellate court, she's on a pill (Appeal)
We got her a bond and she'll
Never bail on me (Bail on me), not even outta jail (Haha)
EPMD, but me, I gots no chills (Ch-chill)
Just a lotta skrill
Lady, my paper's so crazy, I just tossed a mill' out the window
Of my mobile on the fuckin' freeway on the way here (Yeah)
Like Rudolph and his homies when they pullin' the sleigh, yeah
That's a lot of bucks flyin' when I'm makin' it rain, dear
Green on me but no weed, shorty, just these, darling
A pocket full of pills, some are Tylenol 3s, prolly two or three Molly
So some are E which reminds me of rap summary
Mami, my theme song, me and P
Always used to play that shit on repeat all day
So please call me "Big Daddy" (Daddy)
Plus I got the 'caine and lean on me (Yeah)
MCs, I'm eatin' you B-I-T-C-H's like tortilla chips
Me, I'm free of debt, yeah, green is on Chia Pet (Woo)
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, Stezo, E and Nipsey
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 (Nah)
Tomorrow could be your death (Bring that beat back)
Yeah, and this shit ain't for the faint
Cause the brain's iller trained, killer, danger, deranged
And I drank all the DayQuil (Yeah) I blank on the paper
Then wait 'til the page fill up (What?)
Hate spiller shameful the strength of a pain pill or tranq'
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, Jadas, Cool Js, and the Ras
And amazin' as Nas is, and praise to the Gods of this
Shout to the golden age of hip-hop and the name of this song is
[Chorus: 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
Fi agbara mu
Garawa lori kekere bi Erick ati PARARH
Pipade cisket ti o wa ni ṣiṣan, gbogbo awọn ti o wa niggas ni ku
Wọn ko fun ọ ni ọkan ti o fa lakoko ti o le olfato rẹ
Nitorinaa Mo mu lati ọgba ti ara mi (ọgba)
Fẹ jade ninu ọgba mi bi baba
Grandkids ati Rottweiler ni o wa lori Trauca (Bẹẹni, Trauuma)
Nitorina kini o sọ pe ', Nigga? O gba lati chill (uh-huh)
Ronu pe 'Otitọ, Emi kii ṣe fun gidi (EPMD!)
Pada si pada pẹlu rẹ, Shit ti o nira julọ ti ọdun (Nasir Jonsi, Remix)
[Ẹsẹ 1: PMD & Erick Symon]
EPMD, a pada wa ni iṣowo
Ko si ẹnikan fuckin 'pẹlu wa, wa si imọ-jinlẹ rẹ (UH)
P ni akọkọ Comin 'ti Ọlọrun, somethin' lati jẹri
Nkan ti shit, fo lori ori rẹ bi ọkọ oju-omi mi, awa ninu awọn trenches
Mo yawin, dara sibẹsibẹ, Mo wa lori ipa lori kan
Awọn eniyan mi ko le gba owo oya to kere ju
Fuck kan serulus (uh), fun mi ni anfani (uh)
Fun mi ni awin kan (oh), fun mi ni ile
Fun mi ni ilẹ yẹn ti o jẹ mi nitori Mo le rin
Nitorina nigbati o ba san, Blaow, ọkan ninu Dome rẹ
Awọn ifẹ ti o dara julọ, iwin 'EM fẹran rẹ Tommy
Kii ṣe wahala 'ija ko si' fa stin squad lẹhin mi
[Chorus: Nas]
EPMD, a pada wa ni iṣowo
Mo fojusi ohun ti o jẹ, kii ṣe ohun ti ko ṣe
A ni tabili mafia nigbamii si ibi idana
Ajẹ 'Michelin Stars, Countin' Milionu kan
[Ẹsẹ 2: NAS & Eminem]
DUB! Mo jẹ ki o lọ fun ẹbi, pade ni cote ni Miami
Wọn ọti-waini boolu lori Maggie, Afikun nla
Forukọsilẹ fun Masterclass mi, Escobar
Ẹsẹ soke ni stadium stadium ni ile ounjẹ mi
Ti so ni az si ila-oorun
O mọ awọn ero mi fẹ irikuri
Awọn olukọ mi, wọn ko le ni mi
Mo mọ diẹ ninu awọn ara ile HATIIST ni ipinya ti o jẹ iwuwo, ni awọn gige ni Haiti
O fowo si ọkọ ofurufu si Ilu Columbia, ṣe ara rẹ Amary '
O kan lati firanṣẹ lori Tumblr, eyi pe "fuck soke ooru" shit
Emi ko bikita ohun ti o comin 'pẹlu, emi ati lugun-ọmọde Synin' shit (Runnin '
Goolu nla, awọn ẹwọn okun, ṣugbọn wọn ṣiwẹ bayi (Bẹẹni; omi-omi ni bayi)
Fa soke pẹlu iwin bi Ile Ijabọ (Ile-iṣẹ Haunt)
O gba idẹ, ẹjẹ lori ọwọ mi bi Carrie
Le rin nipasẹ itẹ oku kan lati wo ibiti o ti sin HIP
Mo sọ pe o ku, ṣugbọn o fi iku rẹ jẹ bii Machieveli
O wo awọn lẹta ni glaplak pupa, o dabi sauce ati spaghetti
(Bẹẹni, ṣetan?)
[Ẹsẹ 3: eminem]
EPMD, a pada wa ni iṣowo (kini?)
Livin 'ni awọn ipo creaked, a yoo fun ọ ni ohun ija
Mo ṣe agbero awọn selifu wọnyẹn, Mo ni awọn ikarahun diẹ sii bi Bevo Bell ati Emi kii ṣe GON 'kuna
Emi ko ni awọn kurukuru
Y'all yẹ ki o pe ararẹ ni Santa (kilode?) 'Maṣe fa ko si ti y'all jẹ gidi (nah)
Kii ṣe ọkan kan (bii kini?), Bi owo dola kan (Bẹẹni)
O dabi Bitch rẹ ni kootu Olumulo, o wa lori egbogi (afilọ)
A ni ibatan kan ati pe yoo
Ma beeli lori mi (beeli lori mi), paapaa paapaa jade Jail (haha)
EPMD, ṣugbọn emi, Emi ko ni Chells (CH-CHIL)
O kan a lotta skrill
Iyaafin, iwe irikuri mi, Mo kan mọ ọlọ kan 'jade ni window
Ti alagbeka mi lori aṣọ freeway 'ni ọna nibi (Bẹẹni)
Bii Rudolph ati awọn iṣede rẹ nigbati wọn ba di 'Stin Shigh, Bẹẹni
Iyẹn ni ọpọlọpọ awọn baagi Flyni 'nigbati Mo makin' ojo, ọwọn
Alawọ ewe lori mi ṣugbọn ko si igbo, kuru, o kan awọn wọnyi, darlige
Apo kan ti o kun fun awọn oogun, diẹ ninu awọn jẹ Tylenol 3s, prolly meji tabi mẹta molly
Nitorinaa diẹ ninu awọn jẹ eyiti o leti mi ti Lakotan Rap
Mami, orin mi akori, emi ati P
Nigbagbogbo lo lati mu ki o jẹ ki o jẹ ki o tun ni gbogbo ọjọ
Nitorinaa jọwọ pe mi ni "baba nla" (baba))
Plus Mo ni 'Caine ati ki o tọka si mi (Bẹẹni)
MCS, Mo n jẹun 'o b-i-H-H ti o fẹran awọn eerun Tortilla
Emi, Mo jẹ ọfẹ ti gbese, Bẹẹni, alawọ ewe wa lori ọsin CHIA (woo)
Eyi ni awọn ipa ti aṣoju mi atijọ mi
Osi ni tente oke rẹ, OCD ati Ptsd Mo gboju
R.i.p. jade si dmx, stezo, e ati nipsey
Ecstasy ati Prince Malie dee, MF Doom, Mo lu 50 nipasẹ ọrọ
Sọ fun u pe Mo nifẹ rẹ 'fa Emi ko mọ nigba ti Mo rii ni pe Mo wa ni atẹle (nah)
Ọla le jẹ iku rẹ (mu ẹni ti o lu pada)
Bẹẹni, ati ki o jẹ ki o ko fun ẹni-ọwọ
Fa alari ti ọpọlọ ti oṣiṣẹ, apani, eewu, ti bajẹ
Ati pe Mo mu gbogbo ọjọ naa (Bẹẹni) Mo ṣofo lori iwe naa
Lẹhinna duro de 'dil oju-iwe kun (kini?)
Korira spiller itiju ti agbara ajara ti irora tabi tranq '
Mo kan gbadura fun ọjọ nigbati Mo ni anfani lati sọ pe Mo gbe mi pẹlu awọn nla
Ati orukọ mi pẹlu awọn kenasi, ati awọn ọna, ati awọn jays
Ati awọn dres, ati bẹẹni, ati drake oyinbo naa
Ati J DILAS, Jadas, Itupa JS, ati RAS
Ati Amazin 'bi Nas jẹ, ki o yin si awọn oriṣa ti eyi
Kigbe si ọjọ-ori Godu ti Hip-hop ati orukọ orin yii jẹ
[Chorus: Nas]
EPMD, a pada wa ni iṣowo
Mo fojusi ohun ti o jẹ, kii ṣe ohun ti ko ṣe
A ni tabili mafia nigbamii si ibi idana
Ajẹ 'Michelin Stars, Countin' Milionu kan