Symphony

Huh, Erick

Sermon, EP

MD, check it,

M.O.P. Erick and

Parrish Millenium

Ducats Hold me down, hold me down *echoes*... [PMD]

Yeh.. Erick

Sermon.. E

PMD.. check it [E-Dub]

Redman.. Method

Man.. Lady

Luck.. Def

Jam [PMD]

Erick and

Parrish Millenium

Ducats Hold me down, hold me down (*echoes*)..

Uhh.. yo!

I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to *************ne

I want the chrome and the cream so

I put it down for mine

Ill cat, slick talk, slang

New York To break it down to straight

English, what the ************* you want?

Remember me?

You punk ************* crab emcee

Get your *************t broke in half for ****** around with

P Aiyyo strike two, my style

Brooklyn like the

Zoo Hey you, look *************, one more strike you through

Word is bi-dond, rock

Esco, FUBU, and

Phat Fi-darm

Every time

I get my spit on, no doubt,

I spark the gridiron

I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel

We keeps cool, no need for static,

I strap tools [M.O.P]

Next up! [E-Dub]

Yo I believe that's me [PMD]

Yo, get on the mic and rock the

Symphony [Erick Sermon]

Yo P! Time to rock, the sound

I got, it reigns hot

Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot

E hustle, and muscle my way in then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin

Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it

Then leave them like -- who done it?

Sucka duck,

I do what

I feel right now

When I spit the illest *************t, cats be like, "Wow!"

YO! I get looks when

I'm in the place

That's that *************, makin you +

Smile+ with

Scarface Uhh, +

It Ain't My

Fault+, that my style

Silkk enough to

Shock ya Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a

If I get caught you can bet

I'll blow trial

Be +Downtown

Swingin+,

M.O.P. style [M.O.P. & ES]

NEXT UP! [Billy Danze]

Yo I believe that's me [ErickSermon]

Yo (Danze) get on the mic and rock the

Symphony [Billy Danze]

Say hello to the devil

Danze'll kick

Whenever tragic hit,

It's (E)(MO-PMD) blastin *************t

Put in work in this cold game

Soldier *echoes*

I use work as code name

Told ya, line em up its

Soul Train (B-r-r-r-r-r-ra!)

And I give em the whole thing

My family has been trained, to swat em if they blast it

Hit em and make em do a gimme backflip (bad *************t)

I'm donatin a casket

We have raised hell in midtown and gunned down in traffic (Tell em what you sayin)

Get the bozac

Before I tear your maggot ass flat (BOOM BOOM)

They're back [M.O.P.]

NEXT UP! [L Fame]

Yo I believe that's me [BDanze] (Fame!)

Get on the mic for the

Symphony [Lil' Fame]

For gettin the real, straight from

B'Ville Mother*******s don't like

Fame cause

I'm not cream filled

I feel what

I speak so

I speak what

I feel Sleep and

I will, reap and

I kill Mother************* (who know) jump out a

HUGO Open up your back with a mac,

UNO UNO Ghettoville *************,

I break all laws

Drink brews, curse out *******, and piss on walls

This rap game is a street game now, the game switched

Rappers are gettin killed now with the same *************t

I ain't no mother****** role model, kids don't follow

Cause I'ma hit this ************* full throttle

The type to

RAISE UP 5-0 in your lobby

Rap is my relgion, yeah, bitin is a hobby

Show love when you meet us, its love when you greet us

Or THE FIR

ST FAMILY will come kill you with the heaters

BLAH *echoes*