You Gots To Chill '97 Lyrics - Epmd

[Erick Sermon] 

As I step to the mic with the b-boy stance, to the brave heart m.c.'s 

I wouldn't take a chance, keep quiet while the m.c. rap 

And if you disrespect me, it's the big payback 

The E double E is my name, I spell, things to decline I tell 

My squad rocks well, I'm in your hood, coming through like mud 

Chromed out, beamed out, in a all black truck 

You a player, what team you wit, I got major chips, I push the fliest whips 

Got the fliest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped 

No matter what the steez, I'm equipped 

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[PMD] 

Well my name is M-D, I'm known as the motivator, funky beat maker 

New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme's a toy 

Never sweating no click , Why P?, cause I'm a b-boy 

When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit 

Scratching Mic Doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know 

Now, EPMD is clocking all the dough, sit back and relax 

Of course the biz phat, T.V. wit the phone in the back 

Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill 

Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill 

[Erick Sermon] 

I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dude 

Want to play me and my crew, that's rude, I'm dope 

When I get down to the beat, I'm raw, I keep it hardcore for the streets 

My track's a miracle drug for thugs in this club 

(Yo E, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up?) 

I'm the big bear, some of y'all are baby cubs, talkin large money when 

I see your bank stubs, I take control of your body and soul 

Pack heat in my pants when it's time to roll 

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[PMD] 

Well it's P-double E-M-D-E-E, here to bless the track or flip the flow wit E 

When we touch the microphone, no doubt, we always shine 

Jewels and rhymes, settin traps and land mines, did thousand shows 

Faced many places, EPMD is back, and yo, throw the tape in 

Cause when we come around, we always come wit the flavor 

Underground hardcore funk, than what we gave you 

Or give you, hey yo what's next on the menu, business to take 2's 

Stadium and venues, wit E, and I'm the microphone doctor 

And the capital E, capital P, capital M, D, it's no doubt, the world shocker 

Hit Squad, Def Squad, yeah we both get ill, so believe me when I tell 

You boy, you gots to chill 

[Erick Sermon] 

Yo, I'm in the house now, dudes wit ice grills, raise they eyebrow 

Amazed like wow, E and P return like D, last dragon to show m.c. just 

What's happening, I get biz and that's an natural fact, I'm like Zoro 

I mark and E on your back, worse than that, I crown those wannabe gangstas 

Say something to them, and run right through them 

[PMD] 

I'm makin crazy G's, politicing on my mobile phone, D double 

About the microphone, cause we're the funky rhyme maker 

Puffing "gon shit" faders, the one who rocks the fisherman hat 

I grab the mic and make the crowd react, we keep the money stacking 

Fingers snapping, toes tapping, and when it's time to roll, Uzi patrol 

Still packing, EPMD, the mic's are only friend, took a break for a while 

And now we back again, so if you think about gambling, you better come 

Prepared 

EPMD is takin all the shares, you gots to chill