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
Spoštljivo
Vedro na nizki kot Erick in Parrish
Zaprti pretok krčev, vse, kar se tiggas ujame
Ne dajejo vam ene same roza, medtem ko jo lahko vonjate
Torej izbiram iz lastnega vrta (vrt)
Hočeš iti ven v mojem vrtu, kot je boter
Grandkids in Rottweiler sta dobila nad travmo bloka (ja, travuma)
Torej, kaj praviš, nigga? Gremo na CHILL (UH-HUH)
Misliš, da si resnica, res ti nisi resnična (EPMD!)
Nazaj nazaj z njo, najtežje sranje leta (Nasir Jones, Remix)
[Vrse 1: PMD & Erick Sermon]
EPMD, smo nazaj v poslu
Nihče ne jebem z nami, pridi na svoje čute (uh)
P je drugi COG "ON", kaj je priča
Kos sranje, letenje na glavi, kot je Mike Pence, smo v jarkih
Jaz sem jezen, še bolje, jaz sem na divjagi
Moji ljudje ne morejo niti dobiti minimalne plače
Jebemti dražljaj (uh), daj mi nekaj zanimanja (uh)
Daj mi posojilo (OH), daj mi dom
Daj mi to zemljišče, ki mi ga dolgujem, da lahko hodim
Torej, ko se prepletaš, Blaow, ena v vaši kupoli
Najlepše želje, Ghost 'Em, kot je Tommy
Ni zaskrbljen "nič ničesar" povzroča udarce
[CHORUS: NAS]
EPMD, smo nazaj v poslu
Vizualiziram, kaj je, ne kaj ni
Mi na mafijski tabeli ob kuhinji
Eatin 'Michelin Stars, uliš milijon
[Verz 2: NAS & EMINEM]
Dun! Pustil sem, da gre za družino, Meethin's na Cote v Miamiju
Vinske steklenice na Maggie, ekstra velike
Prijavite se za moj masterclass, Escobar
Noge na METS Stadium v moji restavraciji
Iz AZ na Dave East
Veš, da moje misli dobijo noro
Moji učitelji, niso mogli oceniti
Poznam nekaj Haitijcev v okrožju Dade, dobil helikopterje na Haitiju
Rezerviral je let v Kolumbijo, naredila njeno telo Amato
Samo, da ga objavite na Tumblr, to, da "jebem poletno" sranje
Ne zanima me, kaj komiš, jaz in hit-fant runnin 'sranje (runnin' sranje)
Velika zlata, verige vrvi, vendar so se zdaj poplavila (ja, poplavljena)
Povlecite z duhom, kot je Haunted House (Haunted House)
Ona dobi "strašno, kri na mojih rokah kot Carrie
Lahko hodite skozi pokopališče, da vidimo, kje je pokopan hip-hop
Rekel sem, da je mrtev, vendar je ponarejal svojo smrt, kot machiavelli
Vidite pisma v rdeči razpršitvi, izgledajo kot omaka in špage
(Ja, pripravljen?)
[Verz 3: eminem]
EpMD, spet smo v poslu (kaj?)
Živeti v utesnih pogojih, vam bomo dali strelivo
Naloga teh polic, imam več školjk, kot je Taco Bell in nisem Gon 'Fail
Nimam L'S (Noels), kot je Božič, ne želiš narediti krempljev (Claus), da pridejo ven (nah)
Vsi bi morali poklicati Santa (zakaj?) Ker nič od vas ni resnično (nah)
Ne en sam (kot kaj?), Kot dolar Bill (Ja)
To je kot tvoja prasica v pritožbenem sodišču, je na tabletki (pritožba)
Dobil smo jo vez in ona bo
Nikoli ne varčuje z menoj (varščina na meni), niti ni zaporu
Epmd, ampak jaz, nimam mrzlica (Ch-Chill)
Samo Lotta SKRILL
Lady, moj papir je tako nor, pravkar sem se vrgel v okno
Mojega mobilnega telefona na fuckin 'Freeway na poti tukaj (Ja)
Kot Rudolph in njegove homije, ko potegneta sani, ja
To je veliko dolarjev, ko sem jaz, je dež, draga
Zelena na meni, vendar brez plevela, Shorty, samo to, Draga
Žep poln tablet, nekateri so tylenol 3s, prolly dva ali tri molly
Nekateri so e, ki me spominjajo na povzetek RAP
Mami, moja tema pesem, jaz in P
Vedno se uporablja za igranje tega sranje na ponovite ves dan
Torej pokličite me "Big Daddy" (očka)
Plus sem dobil 'Caine in se naslonil na mene (Ja)
MCS, jedem, da ti B-I-T-C-H je kot tortiljna čips
Jaz, jaz sem brez dolga, ja, zelena je na Chia Pet (Woo)
To je učinki mojega indeksa mojega starega soseske
Revščina na svojem vrhu, OCD in PTSD
POČIVAJ V MIRU. na DMX, STEZO, E in Nipsey
Ekstazi in princ Markie Dee, MF Doom, sem zadel 50 prek besedila
Mu je povedal, da ga ljubim, ker sploh ne vem, ko ga vidim naslednjič (Nah)
Jutri bi lahko bila vaša smrt (prinesi to utrip nazaj)
Ja, in to sranje ni za šibek
Povzročajo treniranje možganov, morilca, nevarnost, motnje
In sem pila vse dneve (ja), prazno na papirju
Potem počakajte, da se stran napolni (kaj?)
Sovražim prelilca sramota moč bolečin tabletke ali Tranq '
Samo molim za dan, ko sem sposoben reči, da sem nameščen z velikimi
In moje ime je s kani, in Waynes, in Jays
In Dres, in Da, in Drekes
In J Dillas, Jada, kul JS in RAS
In Amazing, kot je NAS, in pohvala bogom tega
Kriči na zlato starost hip-hopa in ime te pesmi je
[CHORUS: NAS]
EPMD, smo nazaj v poslu
Vizualiziram, kaj je, ne kaj ni
Mi na mafijski tabeli ob kuhinji
Eatin 'Michelin Stars, uliš milijon