Boldy James - E.P.M.D lyrics

[Intro] Oh, wow It's one of those, huh That's how we playin'? These ni**as playin' dirty These ni**as playin' foul Where we at? (Uh) [Verse 1] When I be on the west side, ni**as know that I rotate with Percival In the streets, it's for keeps with us, so don't take it personal (Uh uh) When them city slickers beatin' down your block, this sh*t is strictly business E.P.M.D, everybody plottin' my demise (Blocks) I marvel at the sight of 'caine, I love to watch it rise If this was love at first site, then we was lockin' eyes (Where we at?) Got a fetish for them bu*ter babies who love the ladies Just as much as I do, ain't gon' up if I ain't got to Could've shot you, but you pussy, I ain't have to, but I took it When I robbed him, he like, "Boldy, please don't kill me, sh*t'll cook me" I ain't run off with your work, b*tch, I took it (Take that, take that) Take a ni**a brick, slap him, then you sell it back to them You still in Brooklyn? This the proof in the puddin' (Uh) Told my plug to leave me some room if it's any cushion (Package) The center of attention, fresh out of central bookin' (Blockworks) My ni**as wolves in sheep's clothing and all you ni**as woofin' Where we at? ni**a you tell me Went to the principal for help, she just expelled me Gotta task the sack right off of Macktown and Bellvie Them I caught some Act' across the track, that sh*t derailed me Stay with my old faithful 'cause she never fail me Gotta keep that hammer close for ni**as tryna nail me to the cross Brodie say, "Get 'em gone", we gon' finish ni**as off It's whatever ni**as on, tell him tell it to his boss [Interlude] Oh, they took all the tabs and the gel caps Tell that pussy ni**a run and tell that Better boss up, lil' ni**a Or get bossed down, gang [Verse 2] When I be on the east side, ni**as know that I'm tied in with mob heads Press 'em, fresh out of prison, put that chicken on an opp head (Brr) Strapped with that maggy, that's an automatic five fig' Give a fu*k about goin' back, he just happy that he not dead (He alive) 'Cause when you ridin' [?] on the drop head You gotta keep a clip full of heat seekers for the hot heads (Cops) Walkin' out of Gucci with a six, papa bought a brickie Played it off, copped my b*tch some kicks out of Foot Locker (Big bag) 'Fore we drove them roxies through the fire we was script poppers Deuce of Mortongrove had me higher than a witch doctor (Right) Big [?] on my solar plex, since he wanna flex (Gang time) Uppin' on 'em, make a pussy come up out his rolodex (You know it) Big body on chrome, '96 Impala (Big body) It's a lack of respect without the money and the power (Know what I mean) Was so impressed the first time I cooked a brick of powder (Remix) It made me wanna get out here, grit up a million dollars [Outro]