Epmd - What You Talkin' lyrics

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Epmd - What You Talkin' lyrics

We Mobb'n, Hit Squad'n We got dough but it ain't from robbin' We rock microphones it's out job and Def Squad motherf**er and my name is n***a what you talkin' n***a what you talkin' n***a what you talkin' Tell 'em to lift it up (no doubt E) Yo this here is big boy sh** (yeah) for the over 200 pounder club Co-cappy dub (whoahhhoahhh) I came back to rep my city n***a, I took the key from Diddy Def Squad's the committee, I rock for the gritty I'm milk like a new mom titty - y'all wit me? E Serm' the Green Eyed one, call me M-Ro I got stripes on my arm, call me general I'm nice (I'm nice) I'll pull rank like {?} Leaves of rice with this mic device Easy! Who got the issue I'll straight diss you And hit you with the dadgum missile - hear it whistle? Comin' for ya the Oscar De La Hoya, the Golden Boy Yeah - I'm that dude, don't believe I'll show ya boy Ask Destiny's Child, I'm that "Soldier Boy" Chill like the New York winter, no one colder boy We Mobb'n, Hit Squad'n We got dough but it ain't from robbin We rock microphones it's out job and Infamous motherf**er and his name is n***a what you talkin' What you talkin' What you talkin' What you talkin' The stomach stay hungry so the hammer keep lickin' I'm lookin at the clock see time is still tickin' My beef, open the stove, see mine is done When they keep playin' with me, you minus one One less n***a on that street my patience Run short so ready to make you ancient Your last destination'll be marked a headstone Ain't worth it like tryin' to get a fed case thrown Closed casket, and ain't that what, who want what? I mastered, playin' the cut, 'til I'm forced Out my shell, pull that gat, you spill guts 'Splain it yourself, of how you ain't sayin' the stuff Time's up, you about to get touched homeboy I ain't gon' sit here and argue wit'cha face homeboy But next time you better watch what you say homeboy But ain't gon' be a next time say bye homeboy We Mobb'n, Hit Squad'n We got dough but it ain't from robbin We rock microphones it's out job and Hit Squad motherf**er and my name is n***a what you talkin' n***a what you talkin' n***a what you talkin' Uh-huh, what you talkin' I be k**in' it when I'm feelin' it Straight drillin' it when I'm peelin' it Comin' through in the Tahoe truck fo'-wheelin' it Rollin through thick, pumpin' knockin' blastin' my sh** Checkin' out chicks Pointin' sayin' "That's P the sh**" Freshly dipped, Nike Air Force One is the kick I'm Parrish Smith, you dudes don't wanna f** with this You got nothin', since "Strictly Biz" I keep it pumpin' At every function, yo E and P, never lunchin' Never slip, microphone wreck is the biz (That's Erick Sermon) and me Parrish Smith Probably blowin' your whole life to sh** That's how trifle it get, your fly-a** wife'll quit And like AJ Benz on Hollywood Scandal, life's a b**h We got the hypest spit, straight up cause we nicer kid Look what the mic done did, EPMD know, lost they wig From day one, never been a dud with the flow gun We Mobb'n, Hit Squad'n We got dough but it ain't from robbin' We rock microphones it's out job and Squadron motherf**er and the name is n***a what you talkin' n***a what you talkin' n***a what you talkin' What you talkin'