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
Le urram
Bucaid air ìsleachadh mar erick agus parrish
Sruth Casket Dùinte, tha a h-uile dad a dh 'iarras thu a-mach
Cha bhith iad a 'toirt aon ròs dhut fhad' s as urrainn dhut fàileadh
Mar sin bidh mi a 'taghadh bhon ghàrradh agam fhèin (Gàrradh)
Airson a dhol a-mach anns a 'ghàrradh agam mar ohather
Fhuair Grandkids agus rottweiler thairis air a 'bhloc trauma bloc (Yeah, trauma)
Mar sin dè a chanas tu ', nigga? Bidh thu a 'dol gu fuarachadh (uh-huh)
Thinkin 'You an fhìrinn, chan eil thu airson fìor (EPMD!)
Air ais gu cùl leis, an cathair as duilghe den bhliadhna (Nasir Jones, Remix)
[Rann 1: PmD & Erick Searmon]
EPMD, sinn air ais ann an gnìomhachas
Chan eil duine fuckin 'còmhla rinn, a' tighinn gu do mhothachaidhean (UH)
Tha d an dàrna comin 'de Dhia, somethin' ri fhaicinn
Pìos de shit, itealaich air do cheann mar an ceann mar sheilleanan Mike Pence, tha sinn anns na trainnsichean
Tha mi às mo chiall, nas fheàrr fhathast, tha mi air rampage
Chan urrainn dha mo dhaoine eadhon an tuarastal as ìsle fhaighinn
Fuck brosnachaidh (UH), thoir dhomh beagan ùidh (UH)
Thoir dhomh iasad (oh), thoir dhomh dachaigh
Thoir dhomh am fearann sin tha thu ann am fiachan ormsa gus an urrainn dhomh gluasad
Mar sin nuair a bhios tu a 'dol thairis, blato, aon anns an dachaigh agad
Deagh dhùrachd, taibhse 'em mar a thog e Tommy
Chan eil dragh ort 'bout chan eil dad' ag adhbhrachadh sguad a tha air mo chùlaibh air mo chùlaibh
[Sèist: Nas]
EPMD, sinn air ais ann an gnìomhachas
Tha mi a 'foillseachadh na tha e, chan ann, nach eil
Tha sinn aig a 'bhòrd Mafia ri taobh a' chidsin
Rionnagan 'Michelin Stars, sioramain' millean 'millean
[Rann 2: Nas & Eminem]
Dùn! Leig mi a-mach e airson an teaghlaich, coinnich ri co-cheangal ann am miami
Bhiodh iad nam botail fìon air Magaidh, a bharrachd mòr
Clàraich airson Maighstir-chlas, Escobar
Casan suas aig Stadium Moundium aig an taigh-bìdh agam
Ceangailte a-steach bho AZ gu Dave East
Tha fios agad gu bheil mo smuaintean a 'fàs craicte
Na tidsearan agam, cha b 'urrainn dhaibh mo riaghladh
Tha fios agam air cuid de luchd-còmhnaidh ann an siorrachd Dade, a 'faighinn choppers ann an Haiti
Bhòisg i turas-adhair gu Colombia, rinn i a 'chorp aice Amhoma'
Dìreach airson a phostadh air Tumblr, seo gu bheil "fuck suas an t-samhradh" Shit
Chan eil dragh agam dè a tha thu a 'Comoin' le, mi agus bhuail-toll-Boy Hunsin 'Shit (Runnin' Shit)
Bha iad de thalamh mòr òir, slabhraidhean ròpa, ach bha iad a 'tuiladh a-nis (seadh; thubh a-nis
Tarraing suas leis a 'taibhse mar thaigh le tathaichte (taigh tana)
Bidh i a 'goileadh' eagallach, fuil air mo làmhan mar Carrie
Coiseachd tro chladh gus faicinn far a bheil hip-hop air a thiodhlacadh
Thuirt mi gu robh e marbh, ach dh 'fhalbh e mar Machiavelli
Chì thu litrichean ann an splatter dearg, a 'coimhead coltach ri sauce agus spaghetti
(Seadh, deiseil?)
[Rann 3: Eminem]
EPMD, tha sinn air ais ann an gnìomhachas (dè?)
Livin 'ann an suidheachaidhean crome, bheir sinn armailteach dhut
Bidh mi a 'cur stoc nan sgeilpichean sin, fhuair mi barrachd shligean mar taco clag agus chan eil mi gon' fàilligeadh
Cha d 'fhuair mi mi (noels) mar na Nollaige, chan eil thu airson na spuirean (Claus) a dhèanamh a-mach (nah)
Bu chòir do Y'all a ghairm dhut fhèin Stanta (carson?) Chan eil gin de y'all fìor (nah)
Chan e aon fhear aon (mar dè?), Mar bhile dolar (seadh)
Tha e coltach ri do ghalla ann an cùirt ath-thagraidh, tha i air pill (Ath-thagradh)
Fhuair sinn ceangal thuice agus bidh i
Na bi a-riamh a 'gintinn orm (urras orm), chan e eadhon a-mach prìosan (haha)
EPMD, ach mise, tha mi a 'gotadh no chill no chill)
Dìreach sgrinn lotta
Bhean-uasal, mo phàipear cho meallta, bidh mi dìreach a 'tilgeil muileann' a-mach an uinneig
Den fhòn-làimhe agam air an fuckin 'Highway air an t-slighe an seo (Yeah)
Mar Rudolph agus na h-àiteachan aige nuair a tharraing iad 'an sleigh, seadh
Is e sin tòrr bucaid flyin 'nuair a tha mi makin' e, a ghràidh
Uaine orm ach gun luibhean, Shorty, dìreach sin, a ghràidh
Pòcaid làn de pills, tha cuid dhiubh tylenol 3s, gu mòr dà no trì molly
Mar sin tha cuid dhiubh a 'cur nar cuimhne Rap Geàrr-chunntas
Mami, an t-òran cuspair agam, mise agus d
B 'àbhaist dha an-còmhnaidh a bhith a' cluich an cac sin air ath-aithris fad an latha
Mar sin cuir fios thugam "Big Daddy" (Daddy)
A bharrachd air an d 'fhuair mi an' caine agus lean orm (seadh)
Mcs, tha mi ag ithe 'you b-i-i-t-h tha e coltach ri clips tortilla
Mise, tha mi saor bho fhiachan, seadh, tha uaine air uaine air CHIA (Woo)
Is e seo buaidh mo sheann chlàr-amais truaighe nàbachd
Bochdainn aig an ìre as àirde, OCD agus PTSD tha mi creidsinn
R.i.p. a-mach gu DMX, stezo, e agus nipsey
Ecstasy agus Prionnsa Markie Dee, MF Doom, bhuail mi 50 tro theacsa
Dh 'innis e dha gu bheil gaol agam air' ag adhbhrachadh nach eil fios agam nuair nach fhaic mi e nuair a chì mi e an ath rud (nah)
Dh'fhaodadh amàireach a bhith nad bhàs (thoir a 'chùis sin air ais)
Yeah, agus an cac seo chan eil e airson na lionn
Ag adhbhrachadh gum biodh iller air an òrdachadh, marbhadh, cunnart, a chaidh a chuir dheth
Agus dh 'òl mi fad an latha (Yeah) I Blank air a' phàipear
An uairsin feitheamh 'gus an duilleag a lìonadh (dè?)
Fuath speille a 'tàladh neart pill pian no tranq'
Tha mi dìreach ag ùrnaigh airson an latha nuair a tha e comasach dhomh a ràdh gu bheil mi air a chuir leis na daoine mòra
Agus m 'ainm ris na Kanes, agus an t-sràidean, agus na Jays
Agus an dors, agus an rud eile, agus na dràcan
Agus an J Dillas, Jadas, Cool JS, agus na rassan
Agus Amazin 'mar a thaar, agus a' moladh dhiathan seo
Dh 'èigheachd gu aois òrail hip-hop agus ainm an òrain seo
[Sèist: Nas]
EPMD, sinn air ais ann an gnìomhachas
Tha mi a 'foillseachadh na tha e, chan ann, nach eil
Tha sinn aig a 'bhòrd Mafia ri taobh a' chidsin
Rionnagan 'Michelin Stars, sioramain' millean 'millean