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
Kwa heshima
Ndoo chini kama Erick na Parrish.
Imefungwa mtiririko wa casket, wote niggas kupata mauti.
Hawakupa rose moja wakati unaweza kunuka
Kwa hiyo mimi huchukua kutoka bustani yangu (bustani)
Unataka kwenda nje katika bustani yangu kama godfather
Grandkids na Rottweiler walipata juu ya shida ya kuzuia (ndiyo, maumivu)
Kwa nini unasema nini, nigga? Una gorofa (uh-huh)
Thinkin 'Wewe Kweli, kwa kweli sio kwa kweli (EPMD!)
Kurudi nyuma na hilo, shit ngumu zaidi ya mwaka (Nasir Jones, Remix)
[Mstari wa 1: PMD & Erick Mahubiri]
Epmd, sisi nyuma katika biashara.
Je, si mtu fuckin 'na sisi, kuja kwa akili zako (uh)
P ni comin ya pili ya Mungu, somethin 'kushuhudia
Kipande cha shit, kuruka juu ya kichwa chako kama Mike Pence, sisi katika mitaro
Mimi ni wazimu, bora bado, nina juu ya rampage
Watu wangu hawawezi hata kupata mshahara wa chini
Fuck stimulus (uh), nipe maslahi (uh)
Nipe mkopo (oh), nipe nyumba
Nipe nchi hiyo unanipa mimi ili nipate
Kwa hiyo wakati unakosa, blaow, moja katika dome yako
Matakwa bora, ghost 'em kama yeye tommy.
Sio wasiwasi 'bila kitu' husababisha kikosi hicho nyuma yangu
[CHORUS: NAS]
Epmd, sisi nyuma katika biashara.
Ninaona nini, sio sio
Sisi katika meza ya mafia karibu na jikoni
Eatin 'Michelin Stars, Countin' milioni.
[Mstari wa 2: NAS & EMINEM]
Dun! Ninaruhusu kwenda kwa familia, kukutana na Côte huko Miami
Vipande vya mvinyo kwenye Maggie, kubwa zaidi
Ingia kwa ajili ya masterclass yangu, Escobar.
Miguu juu ya uwanja wa Mets katika mgahawa wangu.
Amefungwa kutoka AZ kwenda Dave Mashariki
Unajua mawazo yangu kupata mambo
Walimu wangu, hawakuweza kuibia
Najua baadhi ya Haiti katika kata ya Dade, walipata choppers huko Haiti
Alipanda ndege kwa Colombia, alifanya mwili wake Amacin '
Ili tu kuiweka kwenye Tumblr, hii ambayo "Fuck up Summer" shit "
Sijali nini unachochochea, mimi na hit-mvulana runnin 'shit (runnin' shit)
Gold kubwa, minyororo ya kamba, lakini wao walijaa mafuriko sasa (ndiyo; mafuriko sasa)
Kuvuta na roho kama nyumba ya haunted (nyumba haunted)
Yeye gettin 'inatisha, damu juu ya mikono yangu kama carrie
Inaweza kutembea kupitia makaburi ili kuona ambapo hip-hop imezikwa
Nilisema ilikuwa imekufa, lakini ilifanya kifo chake kama Machiavelli
Unaona barua katika splatter nyekundu, angalia kama mchuzi na spaghetti
(Yeah, tayari?)
[Mstari wa 3: Eminem]
EPMD, tuko katika biashara (nini?)
Livin 'katika hali ndogo, tutakupa risasi
Mimi hisa hizo rafu, mimi got shells zaidi kama Taco Bell na mimi si gon 'kushindwa
Sikuwa na l's (noels) kama Krismasi, hutaki kufanya makucha (Claus) kuja (Nah)
Y'all anapaswa kujiita wenyewe Santa (kwa nini?) Kwa sababu hakuna hata ya yote ni halisi (nah)
Sio moja (kama nini?), Kama muswada wa dola (yeah)
Ni kama bitch yako katika mahakama ya rufaa, yeye ni juu ya kidonge (rufaa)
Tulipata dhamana na yeye
Usiwe na dhamana juu yangu (dhamana juu yangu), hata jela la nje (haha)
Epmd, lakini mimi, nina goti hakuna chills (ch-chill)
Skrill tu ya Lotta.
Lady, karatasi yangu hivyo mambo, mimi tu kutupa kinu 'nje dirisha
Ya simu yangu kwenye barabara ya fuckin 'njiani hapa (ndiyo)
Kama Rudolph na homies wakati wao pullin 'sleigh, yeah
Hiyo ni mengi ya bucks flyin 'wakati mimi ni makin' mvua, wapenzi
Kijani juu yangu lakini hakuna magugu, fupi, hawa tu, mpenzi
Pocket kamili ya dawa, baadhi ni Tylenol 3s, prolly mbili au tatu molly
Hivyo baadhi ni e ambayo inanikumbusha muhtasari wa rap
Mami, wimbo wangu wa mandhari, mimi na P.
Daima kutumika kucheza shit kwamba kurudia siku zote
Kwa hiyo tafadhali nipige simu "Big Daddy" (Daddy)
Pia nilipata 'caine na konda juu yangu (ndiyo)
MCS, ninakula 'wewe b-i-t-c-h kama chips tortilla
Mimi, mimi nina bure ya madeni, ndiyo, kijani ni juu ya chia pet (woo)
Hii ni madhara ya index yangu ya zamani ya taabu ya jirani
Umaskini katika kilele chake, OCD na PTSD nadhani
R.I.P. nje ya DMX, Stezo, E na Nipsey.
Ecstasy na Prince MarkIe Dee, MF Doom, mimi hit 50 kupitia maandiko
Akamwambia kwamba ninampenda kwa sababu sijui hata wakati mimi nimwona yeye ijayo (nah)
Kesho inaweza kuwa kifo chako (kuleta kwamba kupiga nyuma)
Naam, na shit hii sio kwa kukata tamaa
Sababu wafufuo wa ubongo, killer, hatari, deranged
Na mimi kunywa siku zote (yeah) mimi tupu juu ya karatasi
Kisha kusubiri 'hadi ukurasa ujaze (nini?)
Kuchukia spiller aibu nguvu ya kidonge cha maumivu au tranq '
Ninaomba tu siku ambayo nina uwezo wa kusema kwamba nimewekwa na greats
Na jina langu na Kanes, naynes, na Jays
Na dres, na ndiyo, na drakes
Na j dillas, jadas, js baridi, na ras
Na Amazin 'kama NAS, na sifa kwa miungu ya hii
Piga kelele kwa umri wa dhahabu wa hip-hop na jina la wimbo huu ni
[CHORUS: NAS]
Epmd, sisi nyuma katika biashara.
Ninaona nini, sio sio
Sisi katika meza ya mafia karibu na jikoni
Eatin 'Michelin Stars, Countin' milioni.