which features neither Erick or Parrish *

 It's like this y'all IT'S LIKE THAT Y'ALL
 It's like this y'all IT'S LIKE THAT Y'ALL
 It's like this y'all IT'S LIKE THAT Y'ALL

 [Parrish Smith]
 This is the year for the barbaric and the cats with skills
 Underground with the hoodie  fuck keepin it real
 While you was pissin in your bed  we was makin a mill'
 Got up  with Erick Sermon, dropped "You Gots 2 Chill"
 Then niggaz bugged, turned hardcore b-boy, slash thug
 Givin fake love, with fake hugs, to fake thugs
 with fake mugs, runnin they mouth with the place bugged
 And caught a slug, and no one see nothin but mask and gloves

 [Erick Sermon]
 Aiyyo likewise I come in strong with no disguise, ruthless
 It's me, transformed I'm Eazy-E
 Past the point of rockin the joint
 I'm blowin the spot, wreckin the scene with my team
 NFL: Niggaz For Life, so feel that
 I see a few clowns, so where's the steel at
 Me and my boys are ready, aim that and hold it steady
 For those who dream, believe I'm Freddie

 Now yo, if you got more dollars in your pocket
 Put a peace sign in the air if you from the South Bronx
 and let me hear you say

 Hell yeah HELL YEAH
 Say hell yeah HELL YEAH

 [Parrish Smith]
 Aiyyo, I grab the mic and strike, explode and ignite
 Off the head, reminscin about some shit last night
 No dough, in the pocket but that shit's alright
 And these faggots, always stress me so I keep my shit tight
 Who am I? The cat to put that ass on standby
 Fuck your sister, then chill with you, then tell her man hi
 Then start stalkin, three point shot like Hershey Hawkins
 Takin it back to the Seventy-Sixers like Johnny Dawkins

 [Erick Sermon]
 Yo I come through camouflaged with the Squadron entourage
 Lookin like ghetto superstars
 EPMD's the name, there's no mistaken
 I rob you for all you got, and keep takin
 The blah-blah buck off like a wild Jamaican
 Earthquakin and dominatin the situation
 Yes on the scene, the duo, thorough
 Lettin off, causin ruckus in five boroughs

 Yo this shout out goes to Brownsville, youknowhatI'msayin?
 On ? Avenue, Newport Garden Squadron
 EPMD, youknowhatI'msayin?
 To the Brentwood Posse, somebody just say

 Make money money, make money money money
 MAKE MONEY MONEY, MAKE MONEY MONEY MONEY
 Everybody say make money money, make money money money
 MAKE MONEY MONEY, MAKE MONEY MONEY MONEY

 [Parrish Smith]
 Yo, who grabs the mic and spit flows while you swing low
 I'm high off the indo, but straight up, you gets no wins though
 I like to ill, pop corks and watch the Mo' spill
 Hundred dollar bills dippin po-nine while my niggaz chill

 [Erick Sermon]
 Yo yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyo P chill chill chill
 Niggaz is in here fightin B
 Yo lounge out man, god damn, niggaz is always fuckin up shit
 Just put some shit on they can dance to then