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    For My People

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    Hereeeeeee we go....
    [Verse One: Erick Sermon]
    The E-R-I-C-K S-E-R-M-O-N
    Im dark skinned, pack a mac 10
    More menace and Ill wreck the whole damn set
    Smash (yes) you aint seen *shit* yet
    Yes, a fact, a black nine mil is what I pack
    In the front of my waist, right next to my bozack
    A safety, for the suckers that hate me
    I havent had to bust a couple of rounds lately
    I hope not, its no fun getting shot
    Cause when I cock, I aim straight for the knot
    I dont miss, I have a scope, no jokin
    You should hope, that disco appearance like broke
    Mass destruction when I start crushin and bustin
    Duck MCs, Im bumrushin
    Swift wit the trig, theres nuff foes equipped
    Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shits thick
    Im not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by
    A punk chump wit spunk, who dares to jump
    By the hour, I push power like Hiroshima
    Got dropped on by USA and like cleaned her
    I manage to damage people without a sequel
    This is for my people
    [Verse Two: PMD]
    Check out the main attraction, black man in action
    Number one crowd mover, I break backs in
    Boy, you shoulda known what EPMD stands for
    Sucker snappin necks, bustin caps, and breakin jaws
    Its Erick and Parrish Making Dollars
    Excel, living well, taking no shorts and why bother
    to whine while I dine, sounds genuine
    You walked in wrong camp, punk, stepped on a landmine
    Boom bang, bust the slang that I bring
    From Brentwood, Long Island, all the way to Sing-Sing
    Yes the penile, peace to brothers on trial
    For some *bullshit* charge, mugshot on file
    For hard time, thump beats like an Alpine
    No Sam Suey sole shoe shoot joints, back a tech nine
    Yes the brothers back wit no knife or ax
    Just a microphone, sucker, it limits that pack
    Def blows and flows, quadraverbs and echoes
    Sounds the pound hard to make an MC petrol
    My nine mil, kitted wit the infrared beam
    Something similar to a Roger Moore scene
    Thats James Bond, 007, wit guillotine
    To keep the Hit Squad hype to fly heads like the A-Team
    Dont bug or miss, bug on the sequel
    For this shit I kick, its strictly for my people
    [PMD gives shoutouts]
    [ For My People Lyrics ]
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