E.P.M.D
演唱：Boldy James、The AlchemistE.P.M.D (Explicit) - Boldy James/The Alchemist
Oh wow
It's one of those huh
That's how we playin'
These n***as playin' dirty
These n***as playin' foul
Where we at
Uh
When I be on the west side
N***as know that I rotate with Percival
In the streets it's for keeps with us
So don't take it personal
Uh uh
When them city slickers beatin' down your block
This s**t is strictly business
E.P.M.D everybody plottin' my demise
Blocks
I marvel at the sight of 'caine I love to watch it rise
If this was love at first site then we was lockin' eyes
Where we at
Got a fetish for them butter babies who love the ladies
Just as much as I do ain't gon' up if I ain't got to
Could've shot you but you p***y I ain't have to but I took it
When I robbed him he like "Boldy
Please don't kill me s**t'll cook me"
I ain't run off with your work b***h I took it
Take that take that
Take a n***a brick slap him then you sell it back to them
You still in Brooklyn
This the proof in the puddin'
Uh
Told my plug to leave me some room if it's any cushion
Package
The center of attention fresh out of central bookin'
Blockworks
My n***as wolves in sheep's clothing and all you n***as woofin'
Where we at
N***a you tell me
Went to the principal for help she just expelled me
Gotta toss a sack right off of Macktown and Bellvie
Them I caught some Act' across the track that s**t derailed me
Stay with my old faithful 'cause she never fail me
Gotta keep that hammer close
For n***as tryna nail me to the cross
Brodie say "Get 'em gone" we gon' finish n***as off
It's whatever n***as on tell him tell it to his boss
Oh they took all the tabs and the gel caps
Tell that p***y n***a run and tell that
Better boss up lil' n***a
Or get bossed down gang
When I be on the east side
N***as know that I'm tied in with mob heads
Press 'em fresh out of prison put that chicken on an opp head
Brr
Strapped with that maggy that's an automatic five fig'
Give a f**k about goin' back he just happy that he not dead
He alive
'Cause when you ridin' roachies on the drop head
You gotta keep a clip full of heat seekers for the hot heads
Cops
Walkin' out of Gucci with a six papa bought a brickie
Played it off copped my b***h some kicks out of Foot Locker
Big bag
'Fore we drove them roxies through the fire we was script poppers
Deuce of Mortongrove had me higher than a witch doctor
Right
Big fiber on my solar plex since he wanna flex
Gang time
Uppin' on 'em make a p***y come up out his rolodex
You know it
Big body on chrome '96 Impala
Big body
It's a lack of respect without the money and the power
Know what I mean
Was so impressed the first time I cooked a brick of powder
Remix
It made me wanna get out here grit up a million dollars
Oh wow
It's one of those huh
That's how we playin'
These n***as playin' dirty
These n***as playin' foul
Where we at
Uh
When I be on the west side
N***as know that I rotate with Percival
In the streets it's for keeps with us
So don't take it personal
Uh uh
When them city slickers beatin' down your block
This s**t is strictly business
E.P.M.D everybody plottin' my demise
Blocks
I marvel at the sight of 'caine I love to watch it rise
If this was love at first site then we was lockin' eyes
Where we at
Got a fetish for them butter babies who love the ladies
Just as much as I do ain't gon' up if I ain't got to
Could've shot you but you p***y I ain't have to but I took it
When I robbed him he like "Boldy
Please don't kill me s**t'll cook me"
I ain't run off with your work b***h I took it
Take that take that
Take a n***a brick slap him then you sell it back to them
You still in Brooklyn
This the proof in the puddin'
Uh
Told my plug to leave me some room if it's any cushion
Package
The center of attention fresh out of central bookin'
Blockworks
My n***as wolves in sheep's clothing and all you n***as woofin'
Where we at
N***a you tell me
Went to the principal for help she just expelled me
Gotta toss a sack right off of Macktown and Bellvie
Them I caught some Act' across the track that s**t derailed me
Stay with my old faithful 'cause she never fail me
Gotta keep that hammer close
For n***as tryna nail me to the cross
Brodie say "Get 'em gone" we gon' finish n***as off
It's whatever n***as on tell him tell it to his boss
Oh they took all the tabs and the gel caps
Tell that p***y n***a run and tell that
Better boss up lil' n***a
Or get bossed down gang
When I be on the east side
N***as know that I'm tied in with mob heads
Press 'em fresh out of prison put that chicken on an opp head
Brr
Strapped with that maggy that's an automatic five fig'
Give a f**k about goin' back he just happy that he not dead
He alive
'Cause when you ridin' roachies on the drop head
You gotta keep a clip full of heat seekers for the hot heads
Cops
Walkin' out of Gucci with a six papa bought a brickie
Played it off copped my b***h some kicks out of Foot Locker
Big bag
'Fore we drove them roxies through the fire we was script poppers
Deuce of Mortongrove had me higher than a witch doctor
Right
Big fiber on my solar plex since he wanna flex
Gang time
Uppin' on 'em make a p***y come up out his rolodex
You know it
Big body on chrome '96 Impala
Big body
It's a lack of respect without the money and the power
Know what I mean
Was so impressed the first time I cooked a brick of powder
Remix
It made me wanna get out here grit up a million dollars