EPMD
They Tell Me
YeahSomething has to be saidUhSomebody tell me somethingWhats up?That it's on right now and we about to let offAnd that the industry is sleepin' and Hip Hop is softEPMD is the boss like Rick RossWe don't knock or ring or else we kick down the door with forceBust you down, leave a sign on you that say you lostGame over, no more quarters, plus the machine is brokeMoney don't really remember nothing, all he has seen is smokeNo witness, no statement, no caseIncorporate you eat cheese, then you get a raiseRubbed out return to the earthSix feet deep in the dirtWith the snakes and maggots cause you got murkedYeah, and they keep telling me thatYou're only as good as your last recordAnd if I was to do something now they wouldn't secondHardcore respect it and that is enoughYou got more props then call your bluffSame thing happened to Marry and MariahThey both came back with fire, fuck retiringSongtexteI got belts around my waistYou keep holding your pants upHomeboy male up!That's your opinion, cause you're not feeling itHow you know they're hot the fans not hearing itThe record pins steering it in one directionYou, there is some music in the real niggas sectionThat EPMD is a corporation it's not its the groupAnd that they always stack paper so put up your lootGhetto celebs that's why niggaz saluteOrange juice and grey gooseWe dramatic backwards now that P is looseMe and E is back for the kill, no troopsThat's why we spit the real in the vocal boothYeah so called gangster and you ain't even hardSo called boxer and you ain't even sportWhen them ribber hit you got punked in the yardYou said you got shot and you ain't even scarredBut they believe this and you keep betraying themYou are a bitch and I'm not the only one saying itNow he from the BX but he really softAnd he from BK but his guns don't go offHe from cop killer Queens but he still getting robbedAnd he from money making but he ain't on his jobNow he from LA but he's scared to bangAnd he from Texas but he will do the damn thingHe'd stay in VA but he is scared of the streetsAnd he's from Chi-a but he's sweet as a peachI can tell you 'bout the dope fiends and all of thatBut I let them tell it 'cause they sell their moms crackAnd that ain't gangsta that is wankstaWent to jail and the homo shanked yaDon't get caught between my city and the moonYou'll be screaming at night, you loose your life at me to doomI really hung with BIG, squared off with PacShook hands in the House of Blues before the shit poppedFirst fought niggaz in the industry and kept it coolYou ain't see me running my mouth in no interviewsAnd you fools on them DVD's waving toolsNo that ain't something that a gangsta do
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