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
Bi rûmet
Bucket li ser Erick û Parrish
Flow Casket Closet, hemî hûn nîgarên mirî bûn
Ew dema ku hûn dikarin wê bîhnek yek ji we re yek ji we re rabin
Ji ber vê yekê ez ji baxçê xwe (baxçeyê) hilbijêrin
Dixwazim li baxçê min mîna xwedêgiravî derkevim
Grandkids û rottweiler li ser trawmaya blokê (Erê, travma)
Ji ber vê yekê hûn çi dibêjin ', Nigga? Tu Gots to Chill (Uh-HUH)
Bifikirin ku hûn rastiyê, bi rastî hûn ne ji bo rast in (epmd!)
Vegere Vegere Bi It, Shit Shit of the Year (Nasir Jones, Remix)
[Verse 1: PMD & Erick Sermon]
EPMD, em vegeriyan karsaziyê
Nobodyu kes ne fuckin 'bi me re, werin hişê xwe (UH)
P Cominemiya duyemîn 'Xwedê, Somethin' ji şahidiyê re ye
Piçek Shit, li ser serê xwe mîna Mike Pence, em di nav nêçîrvan de difirin
Ez dîn im, hîn çêtir im, ez li ser rampage im
Mirovên min nekarin mûçeya kêmtirîn bistînin
Fuck A Stimulus (UH), Min ji min re eleqeyê bide (UH)
Deynek bide min (Oh), xaniyek bide min
Ji min re bide min ku hûn deyndarê min bidin min da ku ez bimirim
Ji ber vê yekê gava ku hûn tawanbar dikin, blaow, yek di darê we de
Daxwazên çêtirîn, Ghost 'em mîna wî Tommy
Ne xem e 'Butu tiştek' ji ber ku li pişt min squad lê xist
[Chorus: NAS]
EPMD, em vegeriyan karsaziyê
Ez visualize çi ye, ne çi ye
Em li maseya Mafia next li ser metbexê
Mîlyonek 'Michelin Stars, Countin'
[Verse 2: Nas & Eminem]
DUN! Ez dihêle ew ji bo malbatê, civînê li cotek li Miami
Wan şûşeyên şerabê li Maggie, mezin mezin
Ji bo MasterClass My MasterClass Sign up
Lingên li Mets Stadium li restorant min
Ji az ber Dave Rojhilat ve girêdayî ye
Hûn dizanin ku fikrên min dîn dibin
Mamosteyên min, ew nekarin min pola bikin
Ez hin Hiitiyan di wîlayeta Dade de dizanim, li Haiti Choppers hat
Wê firokeyek ji Kolombiyayê re kir, laşê wê Amazin kir
Tenê ji bo şandina wê li Tumblr, ev "ku havîna havînê"
Ez eleqedar nakim tiştê ku hûn bi "bi, min û hit-boy runnin 'shit (runnin' shit)
Zincîra mezin, zincîrên rovî, lê ew niha lehî kirin (erê; naha lehî)
Bi ruhê mîna xaniyek hilweşandî (xaniyê haunted) bikişînin
Wê gettin
Dibe ku bi goristanek re bimeşe da ku bibînin ka Hip-Hop li ku derê tê veşartin
Min got ku ew miriye, lê ew mirina wê mîna machiavelli dilerize
Hûn tîpên di parçeyek sor de dibînin, mîna sosê û spaghetti xuya dikin
(Erê, amade ye?)
[Verse 3: Eminem]
EPMD, em li karsaziyê ne (çi?)
Livin 'di şert û mercên qefilandî de, em ê cebilxane bidin we
Ez van rûkan stock dikim, min bêtir guleyan mîna taco bell û ez ne gon 'têkçûn
Ez mîna Xiristiyan (Noels) nînim, hûn naxwazin kutikan (Claus) derkevin (NAH)
Divê hûn xwe bi Santa re telefon bikin (çima?) 'Ji ber ku yek ji we ne rast e (NAH)
Ne yek yek (mîna çi?), Mîna billek dolar (erê)
Ew mîna kulikê we di dadgeha îtirafkirinê de ye, ew li ser pileyek (îtiraz) e
Me ew girêdan û ew ê
Tu carî li ser min Bail (Bail On Me), ne jî Jail Outta (HAHA)
EPMD, lê min, ez çuçikên no hebî (ch-chill)
Just a skrill lotta
Kovara min, kaxezê min ewqas dîn e, min tenê pencereyek avêtin
Ya mobîl min li ser riya Fuckin 'Freeway li ser riya vir (erê)
Mîna Rudolph û malên wî dema ku ew dirûşm dikin, erê
Ew gelek dolar Flyin 'gava ku ez Makin' It Rain, delal im
Kesk li ser min lê ne wehş, kurt, tenê van, delal
Pocketek tijî pîlan, hinek tylenol 3s, du an sê molly in
Ji ber vê yekê hin in e ku kurteya raporkirina min bîra min dike
Mami, strana min, ez û p
Her gav ji bo ku hûn di tevahiya rojê de dubare bikin, ew shit lîstin
Ji ber vê yekê ji kerema xwe gazî min bikin "Daddy mezin" (Daddy)
Plus min li ser min 'caine û lewaz kir (erê)
MCS, ez mîna çîpên tortilla dixwînim 'te b-i-t-c-h
Ez, ez ji deynê azad im, erê, kesk li ser Chia Pet (Woo)
Ev bandorên indexê min ên cîranê min e
Xizanî li pezê xwe, OCD û PTSD ez texmîn dikim
QELÎŞTOK. ji DMX, Stezo, E û Nipsey
Ecstasy û Prince Markie Dee, MF Doom, min bi rêya nivîsa 50 ket
Jê re got ku ez ji wî hez dikim 'sedema ku ez nizanim gava ku ez wî bibînim (Nah)
Sibe dikare bibe mirina we (wê bişkînin)
Erê, û ev shit ne ji bo xalîçeyê ye
Bibe sedem ku illerê mêjî perwerde, kujer, xetere, derûdor
I min tevahiya rojê xwar kir (Erê) Ez li ser kaxezê vala dikim
Dûv re li bendê bin ku rûpelê tije bike (çi?)
Hate Spiller Hêza Hêza Pêvek an Tranq '
Ez tenê roja ku ez dikarim bibêjim ku ez bi mezinan re me
Û navê min bi Kanes, û rayan û jayan
Û dres, û erê, û drakes
Û J Dillas, Jadas, COOL JS, û RAS
Û Amazin 'wekî Nas, û pesnê xwedayên vê yekê ye
Di temenê zêrîn ê Hip-Hop û navê vê stranê de qîriya
[Chorus: NAS]
EPMD, em vegeriyan karsaziyê
Ez visualize çi ye, ne çi ye
Em li maseya Mafia next li ser metbexê
Mîlyonek 'Michelin Stars, Countin'