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
Rispett
Barmil fuq baxx bħal Erick u Parrish
Fluss Casket Magħluq, Kollha You Niggas Get Min
Ma jagħtukx ward wieħed waqt li tkun tista riħaha
Allura niġbor mill-ġnien tiegħi stess (ġnien)
Trid toħroġ fil-ġnien tiegħi bħal Godfather
Grandkids u Rottweiler ltqajna fuq it-trawma blokk (yeah, trawma)
Allura dak li tgħid ", nigga? Inti gots li chill (UH-huh)
Thinkin inti l-verità, verament inti mhux għall reali (EPMD!)
Lura lura miegħu, l-agħar shit tas-sena (Nasir Jones, Remix)
[Verse 1: PMD & Erick priedka]
EPMD, aħna lura fin-negozju
Mhuwiex ħadd fuckin 'magħna, jiġu fis-sensi tiegħek (UH)
P huwa t-tieni comin "ta 'Alla, xi ħaġa" għax-xhieda
Biċċa shit, ittir fuq rasek bħal Mike Pence, aħna fit-trinek
Jien ġenn, aħjar għadhom, jien fuq rampage
In-nies tiegħi lanqas biss jistgħu jiksbu paga minima
Fuck stimolu (UH), agħtini xi interess (UH)
Tini self (oh), agħtini dar
Tagħtini dik l-art li għandek nirrispettawni sabiex nista 'nimmorja
Allura meta inti trespass, Blaow, wieħed fil-koppla tiegħek
L-isbaħ xewqat, ghost "Bħal Hu Tommy
Mhuwiex inkwetat "Bout Xejn" Cause Hit Squad wara lili
[Chorus: Nas]
EPMD, aħna lura fin-negozju
Jien niviżwalizza x'inhu, mhux dak li mhux
Aħna fit-tabella tal-mafja ħdejn il-kċina
Eatin 'Michelin Stars, Countin' miljun
[Verse 2: Nas & Eminem]
Dun! Jien ħallieh għaddej għall-familja, tiltaqa 'ma' Cote f'Miami
Minnhom fliexken inbid fuq Maggie, żejda kbar
Irreġistra għall-MasterClass tiegħi, Escobar
Saqajn up fil Mets Stadium fil restorant tiegħi
Marbuta minn Az għal Dave Lvant
Inti taf il-ħsibijiet tiegħi nikseb miġnun
L-għalliema tiegħi, ma setgħux jiggradawni
Naf xi Haitians fil-Kontea Dade, ltqajna choppers fil-Ħaiti
Hija rriservat titjira lejn il-Kolombja, għamel il-ġisem tagħha Amazin '
Biss biex postha fuq Tumblr, dan li "fuck up-sajf" shit
I do not care dak li inti comin "ma ', lili u hit-boy runnin" shit (runnin "shit)
Deheb kbir, ktajjen tal-ħabel, iżda għargħar issa (iva; mgħarrqa issa)
Iġbed bil-fatat bħal dar haunted (dar haunted)
Hi gettin "scary, demm fuq idejk bħal Carrie
Jistgħu jimxu minn ċimiterju biex tara fejn hip hop huwa midfun
Jien għidt li kien mejjet, imma faked il-mewt tiegħu bħal Machiavelli
You see ittri fi splatter aħmar, dehra zalza u spagetti
(Iva, lesta?)
[Verse 3: Eminem]
EPMD, aħna qed lura fin-negozju (xiex?)
Livin "f'kundizzjonijiet skomdi, aħna ser jagħtuk munizzjon
Jien inħażen dawk l-ixkafef, sibt aktar qxur bħal Taco Bell u mhux qed nirċievi
I ltqajna ebda l's (Noels) bħall-Milied, inti ma tridx jagħmlu l-dwiefer (Claus) toħroġ (NaH)
Y'all għandu sejħa infuskom Santa (għaliex?) "Kawżi ebda y'all huma reali (NaH)
Mhux waħda waħda (bħal xiex?), Bħal polza dollaru (yeah)
Huwa bħall kelba tiegħek fil-qorti appell, hi fuq pillola (appell)
Sirna rabta tagħha u hi ser
Qatt pleġġ fuqi (pleġġ fuqi), lanqas ħabs outta (haha)
EPMD, imma jien, jien m'għandi l-ebda bard (ch-chill)
Biss lotka skrill
Lady, il-karta tiegħi hekk crazy, I biss tossed mitħna "l-tieqa
Tal-mowbajl tiegħi fuq Freeway ta 'Fuckin fit-triq hawn (Iva)
Bħal rudolph u l-omies tiegħu meta jiġbdu l-isligh, yeah
Dak hu ħafna bucks Flyin "Meta jien makin" xita, qalbi
Aħdar fuqi imma l-ebda ħaxix ħażin, shorty, biss dawn, għeżież
A but sħiħa ta 'pilloli, xi wħud huma 3s Tylenol, prolly tnejn jew tlieta molly
Allura xi wħud huma e li tfakkarni tas-sommarju tar-rap
Mami, kanzunetta tema tiegħi, lili u p
Dejjem użat biex jilgħab dak shit fuq irrepeti l-ġurnata kollha
Allura jekk jogħġbok ċempilli "Big Daddy" (Daddy)
Plus sibt il- "Caine u dgħif fuqi (yeah)
MCS, jien Eatin 'Int B-I-T-C-H bħal ċipep tortilla
Me, jien liberu ta 'dejn, yeah, aħdar huwa fuq Chia Pet (Woo)
Dan huwa l-effetti tal-indiċi tal-miżerja tal-viċinat qadim tiegħi
Faqar fil-quċċata tagħha, OCD u PTSD Naħseb
R.I.P. Minn DMX, Stezo, E u Nipsey
Ecstasy u Prinċep Markie Dee, MF Doom, I hit 50 permezz test
Qallu li nħobb lilu "għax lanqas biss naf meta jien narah wara (nah)
Għada tista 'tkun il-mewt tiegħek (ġib li taħbit lura)
Yeah, u dan shit mhux għall-ħażin
Jikkawżaw twal tal-moħħ imħarreġ, qattiel, periklu, deranged
U I xorbu l-dayquil (yeah) I vojt fuq il-karta
Imbagħad stenna li l-paġna timla (xiex?)
Mibegħda Spiller Sharaeful Il-qawwa ta 'pillola uġigħ jew TRANQ "
I biss nitolbu għall-jum meta nista 'ngħid li jien mqiegħda mal-greats
U jien jisimni bil-Kanes, u l-Waynes, u l-Jays
U d-DRES, u l-iva, u d-Drakes
U l-J Dillas, Jadas, jibred JS, u l-RAS
U Amazin "bħala NAS huwa, u tifħir lill-allat ta 'dan
Għajjat għall-età tad-deheb tal-hip-hop u l-isem ta 'din il-kanzunetta huwa
[Chorus: Nas]
EPMD, aħna lura fin-negozju
Jien niviżwalizza x'inhu, mhux dak li mhux
Aħna fit-tabella tal-mafja ħdejn il-kċina
Eatin 'Michelin Stars, Countin' miljun