The Fan Lyrics - Out Of Business - Epmd

[Erick Sermon] 

Yeah yeah uh huh word up 

Yo yo yo, 

Yo! 

Hey yo this here's procedure rock MC's during my leisure 

Time I spend to do em in 

The sound pumps hard and runs right through ya 

When it hits it reacts like a airbag to ya 

Some flip to it small kids might skip to it 

And jail cats get rep to it 

You get by on record but you wack on stage 

So I'm blowing you up throwing hand grenades 

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[Parrish Smith] 

That's why we roll with the big boys 

With big toys, bringing crazy noise and ruckus 

Shutting down crews and motherfuckers 

In low beta, not to be fucked with like the swamp gator 

Potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed when I blaze ya 

As I, dust bust, crush and rush 

Catch you flossing nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush 

So yo, what's the deally for really 

We rock nine untilly, grinding like Billy 

So niggas chill and spark the Phillie 

[Chorus: x2] 

Yo, I know you was a fan of mine 

I know you was a fan of mine 

I know you was a fan of mine 

Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan club digits 

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[Erick Sermon] 

Uh, hey yo taking our spot, that's outrageous 

P and I stomp those who get courageous 

And microphones get rocked on stages 

Any book or mag, we on a few pages 

Not commercial, not fronting, and no movie 

I swear, cause we take it there 

Billboard's top ten, that's tradition 

Coming through blasting with mad ammunition 

[Parrish Smith] 

Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman charmer 

Night in armor, penthouse view, with the sauna 

God dammit, pass me the rock, and watch me slam it 

Jam it cram it, until you stupid niggas understand it 

It's been a long time, MC crabbing bitch niggas running 

Wack MC's we straight stunning 

When we roll up, unexpected, undetected 

Resurrected, EPMD second wind, fuel-injected 

[Chorus] 

[Erick Sermon] 

Word yeah, tell em P, yo 

I never seen y'all before, when I came through 

With my dogs headbanging with the, Hit Squad crew 

Hardcore, we got biz from the get go 

Any beef with us, we ain't letting shit go 

E-Dub, no one replacing me 

If there's a spot, then find a vacancy 

Boy, I own my style, while y'all got leases 

I get the whole pie, while y'all get pieces 

[Parrish Smith] 

That's why we own, biting our shit, we don't condone 

News flash, Erick and Parrish, we got it sewn 

And like I'm Damon we Dash for the cash, mash for the fash' 

Bashing the rash, double up P, straight on smidash 

So stop playing, serious like So What Cha Sayin'? 

In Apollo sold out with Redman, fucking headbanging 

To the street corners, the back alleys, to the Cali valleys 

EPMD in effect, chilling as the scans tally