Yeah yeah  uh huh  word up
 Yo  yo yo.. YO

 Aiyyo this here's procedure  rock MC's durin my leisure
 time I spend to do em in
 The sound pumps hard  and runs right through ya
 When it hits  it reacts like a airbag to ya
 Some flip to it  small kids might skip to it
 and jail cats get rep to it
 You get  by on record but you wack on stage
 So I'm  blowin you up  throwin hand grenades

 [Parrish Smith]
 That's why we roll with the big boys
 with big toys, bringin crazy noise and ruckus
 shuttin down crews and motherfuckers
 in low beta, not to be fucked with like the swamp gator
 potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed when I blaze ya
 As I, dust bust, crush and rush
 Catch you flossin nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush
 So yo, what's the deally for really
 We rock nine untilly, grindin like Billy
 So niggaz chill and spark the Phillie

 Chorus: Parrish Smith (repeat 2X)

 Yo, I know you was a fan of mine
 I know you was a fan of mine
 I know you was a fan of mine
 Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan club digits

 [Erick Sermon]
 Uh, aiyyo takin our spot, that's outrageous
 P and I stomp those who get courageous
 And microphones get rocked on stages
 Any book or mag, we on a few pages
 Not commercial, not frontin, and no movie
 I swear, cause we take it there
 Billboard's top ten, that's tradition
 Comin through blastin with mad ammunition

 [Parrish Smith]
 Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman charmer
 Night in armor, penthouse view, with the sauna
 God damnit, pass me the rock, and watch me slam it
 Jam it cram it, until you stupid niggaz understand it
 It's been a long time, MC crabbin bitch niggaz runnin
 Wack MC's we straight stunnin
 when we roll up, unexpected, undetected
 Resurrected, EPMD second wind, fuel-injected

 Chorus

 [Erick Sermon]
 Word yeah, tell em P, yo
 I never seen y'all before, when I came through
 with my dogs headbangin with the - Hit Squad crew
 Hardcore, we got biz from the get go
 Any beef with us, we ain't lettin shit go
 E-Dub, no one replacin me
 If there's a spot, then find a vacancy
 Boy, I own my style, while y'all got leases
 I get the whole pie, while y'all get pieces

 [Parrish Smith]
 That's why we own, bitin our shit, we don't condone
 News flash, Erick and Parrish, we got it sewn
 And like I'm Damon we Dash for the cash, mash for the fash'
 Bashin the rash, double up P, straight on smidash
 So stop playin, serious like _So What Cha Sayin'?_
 In Apollo sold out with Redman, fuckin headbangin
 to the street corners, the back alleys, to the Cali valleys
 EPMD in effect, chillin as the scans tally