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
Go measúil
Buicéad ar íseal cosúil le Erick agus Parrish
Sreabhadh casket dúnta, gach niggas a fhaigheann tú marbh
Ní thugann siad d'ardaigh amháin duit agus is féidir leat é a bholadh
Mar sin, roghnaigh mé ó mo ghairdín féin (gairdín)
Ar mhaith leat dul amach i mo ghairdín cosúil le Godfather
Fuair Grandkids agus Rottweiler thar an mbloc trauma (yeah, tráma)
Mar sin, cad a deir tú, nigga? Giotáin tú le Chill (Uh-huh)
Smaoinigh go bhfuil an fhírinne agat, i ndáiríre ní le haghaidh fíor (EPMD!)
Ar ais go dtí ar ais leis, an cac is deacra sa bhliain (Nasir Jones, Remix)
[Véarsa 1: PMD & Erick Sermon]
EPMD, Táimid ar ais i mbun gnó
Nach bhfuil aon duine fuckin 'linn, teacht ar do chuid céadfaí (UH)
Is é P an dara comin 'de dhia, somethin' le finné
Píosa cac, cuil ar do cheann cosúil le mike pingin, táimid sna trinsí
Tá mé dÚsachtach, níos fearr fós, táim ar rampage
Ní féidir le mo dhaoine íosphá a fháil fiú
Fuck a spreagadh (uh), tabhair roinnt spéise dom (uh)
Tabhair iasacht dom (OH), tabhair dom teach dom
Tabhair dom an talamh sin atá dlite dom mar sin is féidir liom fánaíocht a dhéanamh
Mar sin, nuair a bhíonn tú ag foghlaim, blaow, ceann i do chruinneach
Mianta is fearr, taibhse mar atá sé Tommy
Níl imní ort faoi 'Bout rud ar bith' a bheith ina chúis le scuad buailte taobh thiar dom
[Chorus: NAS]
EPMD, Táimid ar ais i mbun gnó
Tugaim léargas ar a bhfuil sé, ní cad é nach bhfuil
Táimid ag an tábla mafia in aice leis an gcistin
Eatin 'Michelin Réaltaí, Countin' milliún
[Verse 2: NAS & Eminem]
DUN! Lig mé dó dul don teaghlach, le Meetin ag Cote i Miami
Buidéil fíona orthu ar Maggie, mór breise
Cláraigh le haghaidh mo Mháistir-rang, Escobar
Cosa suas ag an staidiam ag mo bhialann
Ceangailte isteach ó AZ go Dave East
Tá a fhios agat go bhfaigheann mo chuid smaointe dÚsachtach
Mo mhúinteoirí, ní raibh siad in ann grádú dom
Tá aithne agam ar roinnt Haitians i gContae Dade, fuair mé coppers i Háití
Chuir sí eitilt in áirithe go dtí an Cholóim, rinne sí a corp Amazin '
Díreach chun é a phostáil ar Tumblr, seo go "fuck suas an samhradh" cac
Ní dóigh liom go bhfuil tú ag tabhairt aire do na rudaí a bhfuil tú ag comáin '
Ór mór, slabhraí rópaí, ach thuil siad anois (yeah; faoi uisce anois)
Tarraing suas leis an taibhse mar theach taibhseach (teach taibhseach)
Folaíonn sí 'scanrúil, fuil ar mo lámha mar Carrie
D'fhéadfadh sé siúl trí reilig chun a fháil amach cá bhfuil hip-hop curtha
Dúirt mé go raibh sé marbh, ach gur bhris sé a bhás mar machiavelli
Feiceann tú litreacha i splatter dearg, cuma mhaith anlann agus spaghetti
(Yeah, réidh?)
[Véarsa 3: eminem]
EPMD, Táimid ar ais i mbun gnó (cad é?)
Livin 'i gcoinníollacha cramped, tabharfaimid lón lámhaigh duit
I stoc na seilfeanna sin, fuair mé níos mó sliogán cosúil le Taco Bell agus ní theipeann orm
Ní bhfuair mé aon l's (noel) cosúil leis an Nollaig, ní theastaíonn uait na crúba (Claus) a dhéanamh amach (NAH)
Ba chóir go dtabharfadh Y'all leat féin Santa (cén fáth?) 'Is fíor é nach bhfuil aon cheann de na daoine fíor
Ní ceann amháin (cosúil le cad é?), Cosúil le bille dollar (yeah)
Tá sé cosúil le do soithigh sa chúirt achomhairc, tá sí ar phill (achomharc)
Fuair muid banna agus beidh sí
Ná bannaí ormsa (bannaí orm), ní fiú jail Outta (haha)
EPMD, ach mise, níl aon chills ann (Ch-Chill)
Just a Lotta Skrill
Lady, mo pháipéar mar sin dÚsachtach, chaith mé ach muileann 'amach an fhuinneog
De mo phóca ar an Freeway ar an mbealach isteach ar an mbealach anseo (yeah)
Cosúil le Rudolph agus a Homies nuair a tharraingíonn siad 'an carr sleamhnáin, yeah
Sin a lán de na bucks flyin 'nuair a bhíonn mé makin' báisteach, daor
Glas orm ach gan fiailí, shorty, ach iad seo, darling
Póca lán de phiollaí, tá cuid acu tylenol 3s, bolladh dhá nó trí Molly
Mar sin tá cuid acu a chuireann i gcuimhne dom achoimre rap
Mami, mo théama amhrán, mise agus p
A úsáidtear i gcónaí chun an cac sin a imirt ar an lá ar fad
Mar sin, glaoigh orm le do thoil "Big Daidí" (DADDY)
Móide fuair mé an 'Caine agus Lean orm (Yeah)
MCS, tá mé ag ithe 'Tá tú cosúil le sceallóga tortilla
Mise, tá mé saor ó fhiachas, tá mé, tá glas ar Chia Pet (WOO)
Is é seo éifeachtaí mo shean-innéacs ainnise comharsanachta
Bochtaineacht ag a bhuaic, OCD agus PTSD buille faoi thuairim mé
RIP. Amach go DMX, Stezo, E agus Nipsey
Eacstais agus Prionsa Markie Dee, MF Doom, bhuail mé 50 trí théacs
Dúirt sé leis gur breá liom é 'a chur faoi deara nach bhfuil a fhios agam fiú nuair a fheiceann mé é an chéad cheann eile
D'fhéadfadh sé gurbh é an t-amárach ná do bhás (tabhair an t-am ar ais é sin)
Yeah, agus níl an cac seo don lag
A chur faoi deara go n-eascraíonn an inchinn, killer, contúirt an inchinn
Agus d'ól mé an lá go léir (yeah) mé folamh ar an bpáipéar
Ansin fan 'Til an leathanach a líonadh suas (cad é?)
Is fuath liom dobharnóir náireach neart pillín pian nó tranq '
Guím díreach ar son an lae nuair atá mé in ann a rá go bhfuil mé ag cur leis na gránna
Agus mo ainm leis na kanes, agus an Waynes, agus na Jays
Agus na dres, agus an yes, agus na dracaí
Agus an J dillas, Jadas, Cool JS, agus an RAS
Agus Amazin 'mar NAS, agus molann sé do na déithe seo
Scairteadh go dtí aois órga na hip-hop agus ainm an amhráin seo
[Chorus: NAS]
EPMD, Táimid ar ais i mbun gnó
Tugaim léargas ar a bhfuil sé, ní cad é nach bhfuil
Táimid ag an tábla mafia in aice leis an gcistin
Eatin 'Michelin Réaltaí, Countin' milliún