Epmd - Left 4 Dead lyrics

rate me

Yeah

EPMD, 9th Wonder

It's crazy

New York

Charlotte, yep!

EPMD can hold you down baby

Uh

Spark this off with a b-boy who show P love

O.G. from the golden era, duckin bullets and slugs

Meltin ice cream mugs, EPMD the niggaz you love

New York Vice, tight like Crockett and Tubbs

Rarely seen but when seen on the scene (who you with?)

I'm with Green, gettin cream, a "Wild Thing" like Charlie Sheen

A "Wild Thing" like Tone Loc, I'm no joke, take notes

The rap intrepid, I blow on record

No boat, I'm still captain, what's happenin

The big dawg of rap and the E Great Dane

My name is Hall of Fame, the game owe me some change

"The Collector", Denzel director, go tell

Yeah mock bird with six shells, leave a smoky smell

Have you up in the hospital ringin the nurse's bell

Like ding I got hit (uh-huh) by two of rap's, most dangerous

E and P and they both had stainless

Biggie Smalls and 2Pac - left for dead

Innocent bystanders - left for dead

Big L, Jam Master Jay - left for dead

The whole hip-hop culture - left for dead (oh, my, God)

Okay fun's up (say what?) The reign son's up

Hoes down, G's up, yo let your guns bust

For the soldiers that fell, for the soldiers in jail

For the cats that ain't makin it, dudes with no bail

Stand or die, yo I tell no lie

You get caught not tellin the truth they make sure you fry

Uh-huh, we won't fry, cause we don't lie

We ain't change funk flow still same

Beats still knockin, we still rockin

Cats on the bozack, they ain't poppin

Lil' things stoppin, and that means you

Cause we shuttin you down, for the underground

Run cats out of town like P.E. we "Shut 'Em Down"

Bustin live rounds, straight gunnin now

Shhh, out in the open, rubber grip shit with red scope an'

Beware when you approachin

Yeah, call me S-K-Y, Z-O-O

They say the first line is probably the best line

I call it the set line it's sort of the fetch line

But then the next line that follows the first line

Will body the first line and make it the worst line

So what it means is, whatever procedes this

Is above the previous, stepping stong weak shit

24 leak shit, grind with a pen

And try to line up with the pen but it's up where the nosebleeds is

S-K, the forechosen to cut 'cross

The last rapper for everyone you grew up on

I'm past better, my past letters is past headers

I'm a product of student money and black leathers

7-1-8 shit, no better replacement

Started writin backwards, young'un letters is basic

Huh, different with a given goal the way I'm pitchin with it

Don't take it to heart homey it's "Strictly Business"