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
Lugupidavalt
Ämber madalal nagu Erick ja parrh
Suletud Carcket Flow, kõik, mida sa niggas surevad
Nad ei anna sulle ühe roosi, kui saate selle lõhnata
Nii et ma valin oma aiast (aed)
Tahad minna minu aias nagu ristiisa
Grandkids ja Rottweiler sai ploki trauma (jah, trauma)
Mida sa ütled, Nigga? Sul on Chill (Uh-Huh)
Thinkin "sa tõde, tõesti sa ei reaal (EPMD!)
Tagasi selle juurde tagasi, Aasta kõige raskem sitt (Nasir Jones, Remix)
[Salm 1: PMD & Erick Sermon]
EPMD, me tagasi äri
Ei ole keegi kuradi "koos meiega, tule oma meeli juurde (uh)
P on Jumala teine tulemus, midagi tunnistajaks
Tükk sitt, lennata oma peaga nagu Mike Pence, me kaevikus
Ma olen hull, veel parem, ma olen märatsema
Minu inimesed ei saa isegi miinimumpalka saada
Fuck stiimuli (uh), anna mulle huvi (uh)
Anna mulle laenu (oh), anna mulle kodu
Anna mulle see maa, et sa võlgned mulle, et saaksin rända
Nii et kui sa kaotad, Blaw, üks teie kuppel
Parimad soovid, Ghost 'Em Nagu ta Tommy
Ei ole mures "bout midagi" põhjustada tabamust minu taga
[Chorus: NAS]
EPMD, me tagasi äri
Ma visualiseeriin, mis see on, mitte see, mis pole
Me oleme köögi kõrval maffia tabelis
Eatin 'Michelin Stars, County' miljoni
[Salm 2: NAS & Eminem]
Dun! Ma lasen tal minna perekonnale, kohtume Miami Cote'is
Neid veinipudelid Maggie'is, eriti suur
Registreeru minu Masterclassi, Escobar
Jalad Mets staadionil minu restoranis
Seotud AZ-st Dave Ida-ga
Sa tead, et minu mõtted saavad hulluks
Minu õpetajad, nad ei saanud mind klassifitseerida
Ma tean mõned haitilased Dade County'is, sain Haitis
Ta broneeris lend Colombiasse, tegi oma keha Amaziniks
Lihtsalt selleks, et postitada see tumblr, see, et "kuradi suvel" sitt
Ma ei hooli sellest, mida sa koos, mina ja hit-boy runnin "sitt (runnin" sitt)
Suur kuld, köis ketid, kuid nüüd üleujutatud (jah; üleujutatud nüüd)
Tõmmake kummitus nagu kummitab maja (Haunted House)
Ta gettin "hirmutav, verd mu käed nagu Carrie
Võib kõndida läbi kalmistu, et näha, kus hip-hop on maetud
Ma ütlesin, et see oli surnud, kuid see on surma nagu machiavelli
Näete kirjad punase splatter, näeb välja nagu kaste ja spagetid
(Jah, valmis?)
[Salm 3: Eminem]
EPMD, me oleme äri tagasi (mida?)
Livin 'krahveldatud tingimustes, me anname teile laskemoona
Ma lasen need riiulid, ma sain rohkem kestasid nagu Taco Bell ja ma ei suuda
Mul ei ole l's (noels) nagu jõulud, sa ei taha teha küünised (Claus) tule välja (Nah)
Y'all peaks helistama Santa (miks?) Sest ükski Y'all on reaalne (nah)
Mitte üks (nagu?), Nagu dollari arve (jah)
See on nagu teie emane apellatsiooni kohtus, ta on pillil (apellatsioonkaebus)
Me saime talle võlakirja ja ta on
Kunagi kautsjoni mind (kautsjoni mind), isegi mitte outta vangla (haha)
EPMD, aga mina, ma ei saanud külmavärinad (ch-chill)
Lihtsalt Lotta Skrilill
Daam, mu paber on nii hull, ma lihtsalt viskasin veski aknast välja
Minu mobiiltelefoni fuckin 'maanteel siin (jah)
Nagu Rudolph ja tema kodused, kui nad saaksid, jah
See on palju taala flyin ', kui ma olen seda vihma, kallis
Roheline mulle, kuid mitte umbrohu, shorty, just need, kullake
Tasku täis tablette, mõned on Tylenol 3S, prolly kaks või kolm molly
Nii et mõned on E mis meenutab mulle rap comments
Mami, minu teema laul, mina ja p
Kasutatud alati mängida, et sitta korrata kogu päeva
Nii et palun helista mulle "Big Daddy" (Daddy)
Pluss ma sain "caine ja lahja mulle (jah)
MCS, ma söön sind b-i-t-c-h nagu tortilla kiibid
Mina, ma olen vaba võla, jah, roheline on Chia Pet (Woo)
See on minu vana naabruskonna viletsuse indeksi mõju
Vaesus selle tipp, OCD ja PTSD ma arvan
PUHKA RAHUS. välja DMX, Stezo, E ja Nipsey
Ecstasy ja Prince Markie Dee, MF Doom, ma tabasin 50 teksti kaudu
Ütles talle, et ma armastan teda, sest ma ei tea isegi siis, kui ma teda järgmine nägema (Nah)
Homme võiks olla teie surm (tuua, et peksid tagasi)
Jah, ja see sitt ei ole nõrk
Põhjus aju illerdaja koolitatud, tapja, ohtu, hävitati
Ja ma jõin kogu päevapäeva (jah) I tühjaks paberile
Siis oota 'til lehekülge täitke (mis?)
HATE SPILLER häbiväärne tugevus valu pill või tranq '
Ma lihtsalt palvetan päeva pärast, kui ma saan öelda, et ma olen paigutatud suurte
Ja minu nimi on kaanlastega ja Waynes ja Jays
Ja dres ja jah, ja drakes
Ja J Dillad, Jadad, Cool JS ja RAS
Ja Amazin 'nagu NAS on ja kiitust jumalatele
Hip-hopi kuldne vanus ja selle laulu nimi on
[Chorus: NAS]
EPMD, me tagasi äri
Ma visualiseeriin, mis see on, mitte see, mis pole
Me oleme köögi kõrval maffia tabelis
Eatin 'Michelin Stars, County' miljoni