EPMD 2 (feat. Eminem & EPMD)

EPMD 2 (feat. Eminem & EPMD)




Street Dreams (Bonus Verse)

Street Dreams (Bonus Verse)

It Was Written (Expanded Edition)



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 Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather Grandkids and a rottweiler got over the block trauma So Wat Cha Sayin' nigga You gots to chill Thinkin' you the truth really you not for real Back to back with' it the hardest shit of the year (Remix) EPMD we back in business Ain't nobody fuckin' with us, come to your senses P is the second coming of God something 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 Give me some interest Give me a loan Give me a home Get 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 it's all behind me EPMD we back in business I visualize what is it, not what is isn't We at the mafia table next to the kitchen Eatin' Michelin Stars, coutin' a million Done I let it go for the family meetings, and coated Miami, the wine bottles on Maggie-extra large Sign up for my master class, Escobar Feed up and met Sadie, I'm at my restaurant Clouded from hazy the daily, she know my thoughts get crazy My teachers they couldn't grade me, I know some Haitians in Dave County Got choppas in Haiti, she booked a flight to Colombia I made her body amazing, just to post it on tumblr This that fuck up the summer shit, I don't care what you comin' with We in here boy, running shit Big dough, gold chains, but they flooded now Pull with the ghost like a haunted house She gettin' scary blood on my hands, like 'Carrie' Might walk through a cemetery and see where Hip-Hop is buried I said it was dead, but I faked this death like it was Machiavelli You see letters in red splatter looks like sauce on spaghetti (Ya, ready) EMPD, we're back in business Living in crap conditions, we'll give you ammunition Got no shells I got more shells like Taco Bell and I'm not gon' fail I got no elves like Christmas You don't wanna make the Claus come out Y'all should call yourselves Santa (Why) 'Cause none of y'all are real Nah, not a single one Like a dollar bill Like your bitch on the pellet She's on the pill We gonna bond and chill Never bail on me, not even outta jail EMPD, homie I got them chills Just a lotta skrill Lady, my paper's so crazy I just tossed a mill' out the window, went on the bill on the freeway on my way here Like Rudolph when his homies are pullin' the sleigh, yeah A lot of bucks flyin' when I'm making it rain, dear Green on me but no weed shortie, I just sneezed, darling No pocket full of pills, sold my Tylenol, three solids, for three molly This summer eve with tree reminds me of rap summary Mami, my theme song, me and Pete Always use to play that shit on repeat all day, so please call me "Big Daddy" Plus I got the cane and lean on me It seems I'm eating you B-I-T-C-H-E-S like tortilla chips, me, I'm free up to green up like chias on chia pets This is the effects of my whole neighborhood, misery index, poverty it is people stealing and PSTD I guess R-I-P out to DMX, Jeez Louis, and MC Ecstasy And Biz Markie B, and do my hit 50 via text, 'cause I don't even know when I'ma see 'em next Tomorrow could be a death Yeah, and this shit ain't for the faint The brains of the train kill the danger, derange and I drink all the ink on the blank on the paper And wait till the page fill up up pinks full of shame for the strength of the pain, pour the drink, I just pray for the day that I'm able to say That I'm place with the greats, and my name's with the Kings and the Waynes and the Jays and the Yay's and the Drakes and the Jakes and the Jade, it's cool Jade The rhymes are amazing, the schnazz is embracing the gods that shout out to the golden age of hip hop and the name of this song is- EPMD we back in business I visualize what is it, not what is isn't We at the mafia table next to the kitchen Eatin' Michelin Stars, coutin' a million
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