Nas - EPMD 2 (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Nas - EPMD 2 (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Respectfully
Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish
Closed casket flow, all
you niggas get deaded
They don't give you one single
rose while you can smell it
So I pick from my own garden (Garden)
Wanna go out in my garden
like Godfather
Grandkids and a Rottweiler got over
the block trauma (Yeah, trauma)
So what you sayin', nigga? You
gots to chill (Uh-huh)
Thinkin' you the truth, really
you not for real (EPMD!)
Back to back with it, the hardest shit
of the year (Nasir Jones, remix)
EPMD, we back in business
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us,
come to your senses (Uh)
P is the second comin' of God,
somеthin' to witness
Piece of shit, fly on your hеad 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
Fuck a stimulus (Uh), give
me some interest (Uh)
Give me a loan (Oh), give me a home
Give 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
I visualize what it is,
not what it isn't
We at the mafia table
next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Stars,
countin' a million
Dun! I let it go for the family,
meetin's at Cote in Miami
Them wine bottles on
maggie, extra large
Sign up for my masterclass, Escobar
Feet up at Mets Stadium
at my restaurant
Tied in from AZ to Dave East
You know my thoughts get crazy
My teachers, they couldn't grade me
I know some Haitians in Dade County,
got choppers in Haiti
She booked a flight to Colombia,
made her body amazin'
Just to post it on Tumblr, this
that "fuck up the summer" shit
I don't care what you comin'
with, me and Hit-Boy runnin'
shit (Runnin' shit)
Big gold, rope chains, but they flooded
now (Yeah, flooded now)
Pull up with the Ghost like a haunted
house (Haunted house)
She gettin' scary, blood
on my hands like Carrie
Might walk through a cemetery to
see where hip-hop is buried
I said it was dead, but it faked
its death like Machiavelli
You see letters in red splatter,
look like sauce and spaghetti
EPMD, we're back in business (What?)
Livin' in cramped conditions,
will give you ammunition
I stock those shelves, I got
those shells like Taco Bell
and I'm not gon' fail
I got no L's (Noels) like Christmas,
you don't wanna make the
claws (Claus) come out (Nah)
Y'all should call yourselves
Santa (Why?) 'cause none
of y'all are real (Nah)
Not a 'single one' (Like what?),
like a dollar bill (Yeah)
Just like your bitch in appellate
court, she's on a pill (Appeal)
We got her a 'bond' and she'll
Never 'bail' on me (Bail on me), not
even outta jail (Haha, jail)
EPMD, but me, I gots
no chill (Ch-chill)
Just a lotta skrill
Lady, my paper's so crazy,
I just tossed a mil' out
the window of my mobile
On the fuckin' freeway on
the way here (Yeah)
Like Rudolph and his homies when
they pullin' the sleigh, yeah
That's a lot of bucks flyin' when
I'm makin' it rain, dear
Green on me but no weed, shorty,
just these, darling
A pocket full of pills, some are Tylenol
3s, prolly two or three Molly
So some are E (Summary), which reminds
me of "Rap Summary," mami
My theme song, me and "P"
always used to play that
shit on repeat all day
So please call me "Big Daddy" (Daddy)
Plus I got the Kane (Cane)
and "Lean On Me" (Yeah)
MCs, I'm eatin' you B-I-T-C-
H's like tortilla chips
Me, I'm free of debt, yeah,
green is on Chia Pet (Woo)
This is the effects of my old
neighborhood misery index
Poverty at its peak, OCD
and PTSD, I guess
R.I.P. out to DMX, Stezo E and Nipsey
Ecstasy and Prince Markie Dee,
MF DOOM, I hit 50 via text
Told him that I love him 'cause
I don't even know when
I'ma see him next (Nah)
Tomorrow could be your death
(Bring that beat back)
Yeah, and this shit ain't
for the faint
'Cause the brain's illa trained
killer, danger, deranged
And I drank all the DayQuil (Yeah)
I blank on the paper
Then wait 'til the page
fill up (What?)
Hate spiller, shameful the strength
of a pain pill or tranq'
I just pray for the day when
I'm able to say that I'm
placed with the greats
And my name's with the Kane's
and the Wayne's, and
the Jay's and the Dre's
And the Ye's, and the Drake's and
the J Dilla's, Jada's, Cool J's
And the Ra's and amazin' as Nas is,
and praise to the Gods of this
Shout to the golden age of Hip-Hop
and the name of this song is
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