This here ain't the average shit, you used to front
We've been doin' this shit since [unverified]
'Cause you too theatrical, mess around
And ice grill him and make you wanna kill him dead
For playin' with the last Mohican
Don't get too close because you might get shot
What you might say is dope, I say's not
It's Diablo, PMD, Mic Doc with the purple heart
Don't get too close because you might get shot
Run with the unseen potential to be on Dateline
Pump a nine on the reg behind penetentiary steel
Where should I start? Breakin MCs or shatterin' charts?
Inclined to shine with techs and forty-four mags and nines
I'm danger like Norris, the Texas ranger
With more cheese than Lambeau, more heat than Rambo
Me and you got different views
Roadblocks and smear campaigns with the two-two
Break down, dismantle, when I scramble
"Duke, you soft, why you wanna fuck with the boss?"
What I might call wack, you'll call hot
It's E-Dub on the microphone
And walk around leakin' in the bed for the weekend
The true legend got caught, shit, you better call Kevin
Say check 1, 2 and run down the line
Double beaucoup, just rippin' up mics is what my crew do
I'm accurate, don't waste mine, spit on bassline
Say check 1, 2 and run down the line
So Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hydro, pack gats and ammo
The best thing for you is to think and hope
Homes, walk around with forty-four chrome
I just get down and I go for mines
That's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the cash
Whatever suits you, pull out the burner, fuck the shoot through
Big like Dog 40 and the Dutch from the 7-11
I make shit that make you wanna smack your producer
My style be Elektra, I'm the male Syl Rhome
Inclined to shine with techs and forty-four mags and nines
[Unverified], that's fuck you in Puerto Rican
And end up smackin' you, jackin' you, attackin' you
So knock it off, like Biggie Smalls said
On safety, spike the mic in the end zone
Say check 1, 2 and run down the line
Front and back and if she wit it, straight in the shitter
Uhh, yo, hey and yo!
Or get choked and hung with the velvet rope
Mo' skills fo' real for them cats that kill
The mic strangler, PMD, the fuckin' head banger
[Unverified]
Inclined to shine with techs and forty-four mags and nines
Delerious, that's how we leave cats and niggaz curious
I just get down and I go for mines
Keep quiet when you hear grown men speakin'
Yeah, now why y'all wanna mess with the vets?
The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er, split 'er
Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the shit is serious
Or tech nine that'll chew through your waistline
I just get down and I go for mines
And automatic rounds will shoot you
EPMD fuckin' with us is bad news
I don't fake mine, you blaze crazy while I pace mine
