Epmd - What You Talkin' lyrics

rate me

We Mobb'n, Hit Squad'n

We got dough but it ain't from robbin

We rock microphones it's out job and

Def Squad motherfucker and my name is

Edi Amin - nigga what you talkin

The Grand Royal - nigga what you talkin

It's E-Dub - nigga what you talkin

Tell 'em to lift it up (no doubt E)

Yo this here is big boy shit (yeah) for the over 200 pounder club

Co-cappy dub (whoahhhoahhh)

I came back to rep my city

Nigga, I took the key from Diddy

Def Squad's the committee, I rock for the gritty

I'm milk like a new mom titty - y'all with me?

E Serm' the Green Eyed one, call me M-Ro

I got stripes on my arm, call me general

I'm nice (I'm nice) I'll pull rank like {? }

Leaves of rice with this mic device

Easy~! Who got the issue I'll straight diss you

And hit you with the dadgum missile - hear it whistle?

Comin for ya the Oscar De La Hoya, the Golden Boy

Yeah - I'm that dude, don't believe I'll show ya boy

Ask Destiny's Child, I'm that "Soldier Boy"

Chill like the New York winter, no one colder boy

We Mobb'n, Hit Squad'n

We got dough but it ain't from robbin

We rock microphones it's out job and

Infamous motherfucker and his name is

(Black Mobb'n) - nigga what you talkin

(G.B. I-N-3) - what you talkin

(Infamous Mobb Deep) - what you talkin

(H-A-V-O-C) - what you talkin

The stomach stay hungry so the hammer keep lickin

I'm lookin at the clock see time is still tickin

My beef, open the stove, see mine is done

When they keep playin with me, you minus one

One less nigga on that street my patience

Run short so ready to make you ancient

Your last destination'll be marked a headstone

Ain't worth it like tryin to get a fed case thrown

Closed casket, and ain't that what, who want what?

I mastered, playin the cut, 'til I'm forced

Out my shell, pull that gat, you spill guts

'Splain it yourself, of how you ain't sayin the stuff

Time's up, you about to get touched homeboy

I ain't gon' sit here and argue with'cha face homeboy

But next time you better watch what you say homeboy

But ain't gon' be a next time say bye homeboy

We Mobb'n, Hit Squad'n

We got dough but it ain't from robbin

We rock microphones it's out job and

Hit Squad motherfucker and my name is

(I'm the Microphone Doctor) - nigga what you talkin

(PMD) - nigga what you talkin

(A black cloud) - nigga what you talkin

(Time to lift it up) - uh-huh, what you talkin

I be killin it when I'm feelin it

Straight drillin it when I'm peelin it

Comin through in the Tahoe truck fo'-wheelin it

Rollin through thick, pumpin knockin blastin my shit

Checkin out chicks

Pointin sayin "That's P the shit"

Freshly dipped, Nike Air Force One is the kick

I'm Parrish Smith, you dudes don't wanna fuck with this

You got nothin, since "Strictly Biz" I keep it pumpin

At every function, yo E and P, never lunchin

Never slip, microphone wreck is the biz

(That's Erick Sermon) and me Parrish Smith

Probably blowin your whole life to shit

That's how trifle it get, your fly-ass wife'll quit

And like AJ Benz on Hollywood Scandal, life's a bitch

We got the hypest spit, straight up cause we nicer kid

Look what the mic done did, EPMD know, lost they wig

From day one, never been a dud with the flow gun

We Mobb'n, Hit Squad'n

We got dough but it ain't from robbin

We rock microphones it's out job and

Squadron motherfucker and the name is

{Edi Amin} nigga what you talkin

{I'm the Microphone Doctor} nigga what you talkin

{It's E-Dub} nigga what you talkin

{Infamous Mobb Deep} what you talkin