[Erick Sermon]
And you don't quit
Yeah pioneers one time (one time two times)
Yeah Erick Sermon boy
[Parrish Smith]
Yeah we rap where you at? (mic check)
"Check this out!"
Hey yo who want to step up and get their cranium cracked
From my man Louis from the Ville Slugger baseball bat
co*k back gats, cause rugged apparel's where it's at
So stand back, we flash a nine before the jack and squeeze triggers
Blazin' at one hit wonder n***as like Smoothe Da Hustler
I still sneak over and f** your babysitter
No quitter, microphone's my transmitter
Which clocks figures, in return, the track's the Gold Digger
[Erick Sermon]
Huh me? I buy ice for no one
Rap shogun, so I bought myself a gun
Yeah Dunn, ain't the one to be steppin' to son
I agree with Slick Rick, you cats is crumbs
My squad gets Dumb and Jim Carrey you ought the buildin'
Messin' around with God's children
I take action, like film crews
You against me, face to face, you'll lose!
[Chorus: x2]
Here comes two big pioneers, Rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
"That's right!"
Legendary, hardcore be-boy is the pedigree
[Erick Sermon]
P and I don't stop, we don't quit, who's seein' em?
On tracks, we Ruff Ryde like D and them
Then case the joint, like an agent, that's secret
Cats hate, so we on point frequent
E keep it decent, had to smack a dude recent
Right down the block, from the precinct
See you a punk, that talk too lenient
When I speak to a motherf**er, I MEAN IT!
[Parrish Smith]
So Open Sesame, and let down the main gate
But before you scream EPMD, you should wait
Cause we roll with a posse, from Strong Long to Canarsie
QBC, Boogie Down Bronx, back to Marcy
Pa** that kiko, I drop a verse that sound slick yo
And your chick know, P's hungry, like the hippos
s** on no nipples, but duck cats, quick to stick you
Like a pin-up, workin' out, and doin' chin-ups
[Chorus]
[Erick Sermon]
Huh, hey yo my style flows, say it liquidates
It's best when it hits the beat and catch the breaks
Two time felon, f** aroud with me
And my man p**ycat and catch two to the melon!
[Parrish Smith]
Then I be like, "Yep yep," just like Teddy, Raw like Eddie
Sweaty, when I hold sh** down and bake like Betty
And when I want things to move, I blink like Bewitched
To handle sh** in the dark, red lights, with the laser hit
[Chorus]