Epmd - It's My Thang '99 lyrics

[Keith Murray] (DJ Clue) Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor (NEW sh*t) Wit my n***as Redman and the EPMD, the Squadron (It's My Thing '99) Nawsayin? One time for DJ Clue, check it out (STUPID) Aiyyo, we got these hoes spreaded out like mustard The Squad go to war like General Custer I just lost my a-alike, and I'm takin it hard And havin bad dreams of spooky voices and graveyards [Erick Sermon] First of all, I'm the E of EPMD Rockin the Player Way like Eightball & MJG Squadron, my click be fully armed I got dough, my account be fat and formed [Redman] Drinkin a Beck's, all day I think about s** Got the gaze to knock the "A" off your 'Virex Who am I? D-O, my M-O is f** P-O Luv ta f** Ya, f** ya, f** ya, f** ya [PMD] Aiyyo I detonate on impact So n***as better get back The playahaters stay off the dick, P ain't wit that The blunt, I split that, bust a four wit the kick back No need to stress that chickenhead n***a, already hit that [Keith Murray] I put the pow in the wow like gun to the powder Give the hardcore n***as something they could be proud of I get out of hand like I lost my arm Decipher the head of c-cipher like Voltron [Erick Sermon] Who got wins? those that be hard pretend You got sk**s? come here, let me tap that chin Bing, my style ropa-dope around the ring I'm well promoted, and don't even know Don King [Redman] Call me the Sam Ca**ell, shots two minute on the clock Cops know the SL handle well Can tell by the nails you frail We can battle till your girl big a** feet out them Chanels [PMD] Aiyyo my brain attack this hip hop sh** aggressively My recipe, mixed wit stress and n***as testin me Consecutively, five golds so technically You n***as got a long way to go to catch the PMD [Keith Murray] Aiyyo we put you to the test, put it through your chest Make a mothaf**er catch a cardiac arrest Live out the Fresh Fest, one of the best I asked my n***a Red Alert, he said "YEESSSSS" [Erick Sermon] I intimidate MC's from the throwing of my vocal tone It don't work, I show em the chrome and flash the greens Coincide wit the red beam, and hear about it all day on Street Scene [Redman] I Welcome n***as like Kotter to the night marauder Pull out my gat, you'll be like "AAAGH!!" like Godfather I hang small, but when I'm hard I'm gigantic In fact, my big-a** dick sunk the Titanic [PMD] An MC ma**acre, got a click and crew ready to blast at ya (Why these n***as mad, P?) cuz we the masters (CLUE!!) We catch you n***as wit gla**, and who you gon askin Like you gaspin, backin up while P's blastin [Keith Murray] I'll be like "ROOF!!" Get At Me Dog like DMX Keith Murray pack a black tech And I don't give a f**, I can't be touched Females jump in my flow like double-dutch [Erick Sermon] My technique, knock n***as off they feet (why) I'm Ultimate, like the f**in break beat It's My Thing, back wit the sequel Hold my Squad down wit the chrome desert eagle [Redman] Yo, I go back like straps, puttin Lee patch where your knee at Puff wit mi-das, and no Civics wit the ski racks Shut n***as down that be tryin to win I'll be like " Wha What What!" like I'm from CNN [PMD] So peep the Thriller of Manilla, wreck sh** like Godzilla Drink Old English, can not stand Miller MC's cold rockin till the party's through Then they tap me on the shoulder and say "This Bud's for you" [DJ Clue] *echoing* DJ Clue, The Professional, uh-huh