Nas, EPMD & Eminem – EPMD 2

Nas, EPMD & Eminem – EPMD 2 Lyrics

Artist: Nas, EPMD & Eminem
Song: EPMD 2

EPMD 2 Lyrics – Nas
Respectfully, bucket on low like Erick and Parrish
Closed casket flow, all you n#gg#s get deaded
They don’t give you one single rose while you can smell it

So, I pick it from my own garden
Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather
Grandkids and a Rottweiler got over the block trauma (Yeah)
So what ya sayin’ n#gg#s? You gots to chill (Uh-huh)

Thinkin’ you the truth really you not for real (EPMD!)
Back to back with the hardest sh#t of the year (Nasir Jones, remix)
EPMD, we back in business
Ain’t nobody f#ckin’ with us, come to your senses

P is the second coming of God, something to witness
Piece of sh#t fly on your head like Mike Pence’s, we in the trenches
I’m mad, better yet, I’m on a rampage
My people can’t even get minimum wage

f#ck a stimulus (Give me some interest)
Give me some loan (Give me a home)
Get me that land you owe me so I can roam
So when you trespass, blaow, one in your dome

Best wishes, ghost ’em like he Tommy
Ain’t worried ’bout nothing ’cause Hit Squad behind me
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what is isn’t

We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin’ Michelin Stars, countin’ a million
Dunn, I let it go for the family meetings and coated Miami
The wine bottles on Maggie extra large

Sign up for my master class, Escobar
Feed up and met Sadie, I’m at my restaurant
Clouded from hazy the daily, she know my thoughts get crazy
My teachers they couldn’t grade me

I know some Haitians in Dave County, got choppas in Haiti
She booked a flight to Colombia, made her body amazing
Just to post it on Tumblr, this that “f#ck up the summer” sh#t
I don’t care what you comin’ with, me and Hit-Boy running sh#t

Big gold rope chains but they flooded now
Pull up with the ghost like a haunted house
She gettin’ scary blood on my hands like Carrie
Might walk through a cemetery and see where Hip Hop is buried

I said it was dead but it faked its death like it was Machiavelli
You see letters in red splatter looks like sauce on spaghetti
Yeah, ready? EMPD, we’re back in business
Living in cramp conditions, we’ll give you ammunition

Got no shells? I got more shells like Taco Bell and I’m not gon’ fail
I got no elves like Christmas, you don’t wanna make the Claus come out
Y’all should call yourselves Santa (Why?)
‘Cause none of y’all are real, nah, not a single one

Like a dollar bill, it’s like your b#tch on the pellet
She’s on the pill, we gotta bond and she’ll
Never bail on me, not even outta jail
EMPD, homie, I gots no chills, just a lot of skrill

Lady, my paper’s so crazy
I just tossed a mill’ out the window
Of my mobile on the f#cking freeway on the way here
Like Rudolph and his homies when they pullin’ the sleigh, yeah

A lot of bucks flyin’, when I’m makin’ it rain, dear
Green on me, but no weed shortie, I just sneezed, darling
No pockets full of pills, sold my Tylenol
Three solids, for three molly

This summer eve which reminds me of rap summary
Mami, my theme song, me and Pete
Always use to play that sh#t on repeat all day
So please call me “Big Daddy”

Plus I got the cane and lean on me
It seems I’m eatin’ you B-I-T-C-H-E-S like tortilla chips
Me, I’m free up to green like chias on chia pets
This is the effects of my whole neighborhood

Misery index, poverty, it is people staling and PTSG
I guess, R.I.P. out to DMX, Jeez Louis and MC Ecstasy
And Biz Markie B, and do my hit 50 via text
‘Cause I don’t even know when I’ma see ’em text

Tomorrow could be death
Yeah, and this sh#t ain’t for the faint
The brains of the train kill the danger
Derange and I drink all the ink on the blank paper

And wait ’til the page fill up on pinks
Full of shame for the strength of the pain, pour the drink
I just pray for the day when I’m able to say
That I’m place with the greats and my name’s with the Kanes and the Waynes and the Jays and the Dres and the Yes

And the Drakes and the Jakes and the Jade, it’s Cool J
The rhymes are amazing, the schnazz is embracing the Gods
That shout out to the golden age of hip hop and the name of this song is-
EPMD, we back in business

I visualize what it is, not what is isn’t
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin’ Michelin Stars, countin’ a million
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From the album:
King’s Disease II [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021