For My People

Lyrics

[Intro] Here we go [Verse 1: Erick Sermon] The E-R-I-C-K-S-E-R-M-O-N I'm dark-skinned, pack a MAC Ten more minutes and I'll wreck the whole damn set Smash (Yeah), you ain't seen shit That's a fact, a black nine mil' is what I pack In the front of my waist right next to my bozack A safety for the suckers that hate me I haven't had to bust a couple of rounds lately I hope not, it's no fun getting shot 'Cause when I cock, I aim straight for the knot I won't miss, I have a scope, no joke And you should hope a disco appearance, light broke Mass destruction when I start crushin' and bustin' Duck MCs, I'm bum rushin' Swift with the trig', there's 'nough foes equipped Real deal, of course I pack steel, shit's thick I'm not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by A punk chump with spunk, who dares to jump By the hour, I push power like Hiroshima Got dropped on by USA and like cleaned her I manage to damage people without a sequel This is for my people [Verse 2: PMD] Check out the main attraction, Black man in action Number one crowd mover, I break backs in Boy, you should've known what EPMD stands for Sucker snappin' necks, bustin' caps, and breakin' jaws It's Erick and Parrish Making Dollars Excel, living well, takin' no shorts and why bother? To whine while I dine, sounds genuine You walked in wrong camp, punk, stepped on a landmine Boom, bang, bust the slang that I bring From Brentwood, Long Island, all the way to Sing-Sing Yes the penile, peace to brothers on trial For some **** charge, mugshot on file For hard time, thump beats like an Alpine No Sansui, don't shoot joints, pack a TEC-9 Yes, the brother's back with no knife or axe Just a microphone, sucker, and lyrics that pack Deathblows and flows, quadraverbs and echoes Sounds that pound hard to make an MC petrol My nine mil' kitted with the infrared beam Somethin' similar to a Roger Moore scene That's James Bond, 007 with guillotine To keep the Hit Squad hype to fly heads like the A-Team Don't bug on this, bug on the sequel 'Cause this shit I kick is strictly for my people [Outro: PMD] Yeah, my man LL Cool J in the house My man Kevski, James Ellison, ED And SESU, boy, in effect Snappin' necks and cashin' large checks D-Wade still gets paid PMD's in effect, boy Peace to pop duke Clockin' **** Yeah