Epmd - You Gots To Chill '97 lyrics

Verse one: erick sermon As i step to the mic with the b-boy stance, to the braveheart m.c.'s I wouldn't take a chance, keep quiet while the m.c. rap And if you disrespect me, it's the big payback The e double e is my name, i spell, things to decline i tell My squad rocks well, i'm in your hood, comin through like mud Chromed out, beamed out, in a all black truck You a player, what team you wit, i got major chips, i push the flyest whips Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped No matter what the steez, i'm equipped Verse two: pmd Well my name is m-d, i'm known as the motivator, funky beat maker New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme's a toy Never sweatin no click , why p?, cause i'm a b-boy When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit Scratching mic doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know Now, epmd is clockin all the dough, sit back and relax Of course the biz phat, t.v. wit the phone in the back Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill Listen when i tell you boy, you gots to chill Verse three: erick sermon I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dude Want to play me and my crew, that's rude, i'm dope When i get down to the beat, i'm raw, i keep it hardcore for the streets My track's a miracle drug for thugs in this club [p] yo e, i remember when they used to be scrubs, what up? I'm the big bear, some of y'all are baby cubs, talkin large money when I see your bank stubs, i take control of your body and soul Pack heat in my pants when it's time to roll Verse four: pmd Well it's p-double e-m-d-e-e, here to bless the track or flip the flow wit e When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shine Jewels and rhymes, settin traps and land mines, did thousand shows Faced many places, epmd is back, and yo, throw the tape in Cause when we come around, we always come wit the flavor Underground hardcore funk, than what we gave you Or give you, ayyio what's next on the menu, business to take 2's Stadium and venues, wit e, and i'm the microphone doctor And the capital e, capital p, capital m, d, it's no doubt, the world shocker Hit squad, def squad, yeah we both get ill, so believe me when i tell You boy, you gots to chill Verse five: erick sermon Yo, i'm in the house now, dudes wit ice grills, raise they eyebrow Amazed like wow, e and p return like d, last dragon to show m.c. just What's happening, i get biz and that's an natural fact, i'm like zoro I mark and e on your back, worse than that, i crown those wannabe gangstas Say somethin to them, and run right through them Verse six: pmd I'm makin crazy g's, politicin on my mobile phone, d double About the microphone, cause we're the funky rhyme maker Puffing ?gon sh**? faders, the one who rocks the fisherman hat I grab the mic and make the crowd react, we keep the money stackin Fingers snappin, toes tappin, and when it's time to roll, uzi patrol Still packin, epmd, the mic's are only friend, took a break for a while And now we back again, so if you think about gamblin, you better come Prepared Epmd is takin all the shares, you gots to chill