For My People Lyrics - Business As Usual - Epmd

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The E-R-I-C-K-S-E-R-M-O-N 

I'm dark skinned, pack a mac 10 more menace 

And I'll wreck the whole damn set 

Smash, you ain't 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 haven't had to bust a couple of rounds lately 

I hope not, it's no fun getting shot 

'Cause when I cock, I aim straight for the knot 

I don't miss, I have a scope, no jokin' 

You should hope that disco appearance like broke 

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Mass destruction when I start crushin' and bustin' 

Duck MC's, I'm bumrushin' 

Swift wit the trig, there's nuff foes equipped 

Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shits thick 

I'm 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 U.S.A. and like cleaned her 

I manage to damage people without a sequel 

This is for my people 

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 

It's Erick and Parrish Making Dollars 

Excel, living well, taking no shorts and why bother 

To whine while I dine, sounds genuine 

You walked in the wrong camp, punk, stepped on a land mine 

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Boom bang, bust the slang that I bring 

From Brent wood, 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 brother's back with no knife or axe 

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 

That's James Bond, 007, with guillotine 

To keep the Hit Squad hype to fly heads like the A-Team 

Don't bug or miss, bug on the sequel 

For this shit I kick, it's strictly for my people