Draw Lyrics - Out Of Business - Epmd

[Erick Sermon] 

Anybody around here seen two-gun billy? 

I said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy? 

(ain't no two-gun billy 'round here 

Who the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn Yankee?) 

[Erick Sermon] 

You just pull a gun out on me? 

Now you know you done fucked up right? 

Now, if any one of y'all see him 

Tell him that, EPMD was in town 

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[Parrish Smith] 

Draw, cock it back, squeezing metaphors 

Spurs on my Timb's, when I start blazing, hit the floor 

Cowards ducking, I'm emptying chambers when I'm busting 

Quick with mine, smoking up heaters, when I'm crushing 

Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shooting me 

You shot the deputy what you hearing when you step with the 

Black dragon, puffin L's in the truck wagon 

Drinking moonshine, writing rhymes with the pants sagging 

And hit the saloon, causing the guns in my holster to make room 

Like Josie wale and Clint Eastwood at high noon 

So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow 

Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people 

Time to draw, I'm aiming for your dome and jaw 

Fastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw 

An outlaw, my horse drinking water from the reservoir 

Time to ride again until next time to draw 

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"ten nine eight seven six five four 

Three two murder one lyric at your door" 

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"gimme that microphone 

I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone" 

"ten nine eight seven six five four 

Three two murder one lyric at your door" 

Draw 

"gimme that microphone 

I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone" 

[Erick Sermon] 

Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic 

Flee the scene, or see the infrared beam 

On the mic I dismantle, leave an impression 

And ruin you, like I'm the Bill Clinton scandal 

Impeach em, then I Erick can b. president 

Pass a law, hardcore in the residence 

Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt 

The hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout 

Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out 

And focus, or go into hypnosis 

I wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?) 

Up the top with the street team hanging out, hanging squadron posters 

Me and my dogs homey repping 

In case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon 

Forty-four caliber chrome, read it 

Can't count ten paces, I'm already heated it 

P and Erick Sermon is like a rugger German 

Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em 

Any superhero we letting em know from door 

Come correct when it's time to draw