Epmd - Yo lyrics

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Epmd - Yo lyrics

Yeah, Gilla WKYA Radio, we be kicking ya a** n***a! Yo! Redman "on the mic" Epmd [Parrish Smith] When I walk up in the street, n***as like yo PMD you tight on the mic, yeah I know Dirty South bouncing, cause it did snow Even Mississippi get ten feet or more It's the doctor, these other rappers might follow you Me, I'm underground, I'm bound to strike for you Right outa Belleview, PMD the nutcase Raps stick to you like I just ate duct tape I'm like a CNN update You're tuned into a Rapnophobia on dub plates At night or up late, work in the market Black out like the one I pulled in August It wasn't nothing like hip-hop music Before Pro Tools took over two inch Mic Doc, 20 years on the stage Still Housing, still Mad, still on a Rampage [Chorus: Redman] When I hang out in Brooklyn, them n***as like Yo! When I'm in the Bronx, them n***as like Yo! When I'm in Manhattan, them n***as like Yo! When I'm up in Queens, them n***as like (Clown) But Bricks is in the house tonight I said Bricks is in the house tonight! Don't matter if you're black or you're white Just roll that sh**, light that sh**, smoke it [Redman] Dog, I'm hanging out my car, yelling out Yo! Who got the haze for me to twist Yo! Redman, the boss-a, rap like a pro While your home tip toeing to Al Jarreau I'm in the cut bleeding Trying to stop my n***as from selling dope to pumping weed and leaving this f** the stage, I'm in your hood Posted with more chains that June bug Spade Yeah I'm the pimp of the year Now s**er MCs can take the window or the stairs This is Gilla, Powfan*lia Injected it got more power than Zelda Now you n***as know know know Brick city on overload load load And if your b**h start actin up She wanna run up with the dog dog I say stuck up b**hes (Oh no) Punk a** n***as (Oh no) Brick city gonna take whatever We load me up and I high jack the Nebucadnezer [Chorus] [Erick Sermon] Hey yo, when I'm in the hood them n***as like Yo! Erick you're the reason why them dudes slow flow Yo! You the reason why them cats got dough You opened the door, and some of them owe Yo! DJ, I hustle and flow Ducking us this type like Russell Ingall Any beat should occur, co*k the four, for real Last deal, I come out for the dumb out Talk 'til my shells run out, then crop it Like a movie scene and walk away clean I'm mean when it comes to hardcore deception Poker face swag, all in, I bet this I done rock sh** to present MCing When I'm in the place its graced like I'm preaching Everybody's ears are open when I'm speaking n***a, look how many fans I'm reaching [Chorus]