[Erick Sermon] 
Yeah yeah  uh huh  word up 
Yo  yo yo.. YO 
Aiyyo this here's procedure  rock MC's durin my leisure 
time I spend to do em in 
The sound pumps hard  and runs right through ya 
When it hits  it reacts like a airbag to ya 
Some flip to it  small kids might skip to it 
and jail cats get rep to it 
You get  by on record but you wack on stage 
So I'm  blowin you up  throwin hand grenades 
[Parrish Smith] 
That's why we roll with the big boys 
with big toys, bringin crazy noise and ruckus 
shuttin down crews and motherfuckers 
in low beta, not to be fucked with like the swamp gator 
potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed when I blaze ya 
As I, dust bust, crush and rush 
Catch you flossin nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush 
So yo, what's the deally for really 
We rock nine untilly, grindin like Billy 
So niggaz chill and spark the Phillie 
Chorus: Parrish Smith (repeat 2X) 
Yo, I know you was a fan of mine 
I know you was a fan of mine 
I know you was a fan of mine 
Here's my card and on the back of it's my Fan Club digits 
[Erick Sermon] 
Uh, aiyyo takin our spot, that's outrageous 
P and I stomp those who get courageous 
And microphones get rocked on stages 
Any book or mag, we on a few pages 
Not commercial, not frontin, and no movie 
I swear, cause we take it there 
Billboard's top ten, that's tradition 
Comin through blastin with mad ammunition 
[Parrish Smith] 
Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman charmer 
Night in armor, penthouse view, with the sauna 
God damnit, pass me the rock, and watch me slam it 
Jam it cram it, until you stupid niggaz understand it 
It's been a long time, MC crabbin bitch niggaz runnin 
Wack MC's we straight stunnin 
when we roll up, unexpected, undetected 
Resurrected, EPMD second wind, fuel-injected 
Chorus 
[Erick Sermon] 
Word yeah, tell em P, yo 
I never seen y'all before, when I came through 
with my dogs headbangin with the - Hit Squad crew 
Hardcore, we got biz from the get go 
Any beef with us, we ain't lettin shit go 
E-Dub, no one replacin me 
If there's a spot, then find a vacancy 
Boy, I own my style, while y'all got leases 
I get the whole pie, while y'all get pieces 
[Parrish Smith] 
That's why we own, bitin our shit, we don't condone 
News flash, Erick and Parrish, we got it sewn 
And like I'm Damon we Dash for the cash, mash for the fash' 
Bashin the rash, double up P, straight on smidash 
So stop playin, serious like _So What Cha Sayin'?_ 
In Apollo sold out with Redman, fuckin headbangin 
to the street corners, the back alleys, to the Cali valleys 
EPMD in effect, chillin as the scans tally