EPMD

EPMD - For My People lyrics

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Verse One: Erick Sermon
 The E R I C K S E R M O N
 I'm dark skinned  pack a mac 10
 More menace and I'll wreck the whole damn set
 Smash (yes) you ain't seen *shit* yet
 Yes  a fact  a black nine mil is what I pack
 In the front of my waist  right next to my bozack
 A safety  for the suckers that hate me
 I haven't had to bust a couple of rounds lately
 I hope not  it's no fun getting shot
 Cause when I cock, I aim straight for the knot
 I don't miss, I have a scope, no jokin
 You should hope, that disco appearance like broke
 Mass destruction when I start crushin and bustin
 Duck MC's, I'm bumrushin
 Swift wit the trig, there's nuff foes equipped
 Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shit's thick
 I'm not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by
 A punk chump wit spunk, who dares to jump
 By the hour, I push power like Hiroshima
 Got dropped on by USA and like cleaned her
 I manage to damage people without a sequel
 This is for my people
 Verse Two: PMD
 Check out the main attraction, black man in action
 Number one crowd mover, I break backs in
 Boy, you shoulda known what EPMD stands for
 Sucker snappin necks, bustin caps, and breakin jaws
 It's Erick and Parrish Making Dollars
 Excel, living well, taking no shorts and why bother
 to whine while I dine, sounds genuine
 You walked in wrong camp, punk, stepped on a landmine
 Boom bang, bust the slang that I bring
 From Brentwood, Long Island, all the way to Sing-Sing
 Yes the penile, peace to brothers on trial
 For some *bullshit* charge, mugshot on file
 For hard time, thump beats like an Alpine
 No Sam Suey sole shoe shoot joints, back a tech nine
 Yes the brother's back wit no knife or ax
 Just a microphone, sucker, it limits that pack
 Def blows and flows, quadraverbs and echoes
 Sounds the pound hard to make an MC petrol
 My nine mil, kitted wit the infrared beam
 Something similar to a Roger Moore scene
 That's James Bond, 007, wit guillotine
 To keep the Hit Squad hype to fly heads like the A-Team
 Don't bug or miss, bug on the sequel
 For this *shit* I kick, it's strictly for my people
 (PMD gives shoutouts
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Author: James Brown, Lyn Collins

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels

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Released in: 1990

Language: English

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