Symphony

[Intro: Parrish Smith] Yeah (Uh, uh), Erick Sermon (Uh), PMD (Hahaha) Yeah, check it (Check it), M.O.P. (M.O.P.) Erick and Parrish, Millenium Ducats Hold me down (Hold me down), uh, yo [Verse 1: Parrish Smith] I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine Ill cat, slick talk, slang New York To break it down to straight English, what the fuck you want? Remember me, you punk faggot crab emcee? Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' around with P Ayo, strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo Hey you (Look, nigga), one more strike you through Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron Step up and bless the track and spit a jewel We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap tools [Interlude: PMD, Erick Sermon, M.O.P] Next up, yo I believe that's me Yo, get on the mic and rock the symphony (Yo, P) [Verse 2: Erick Sermon] Time to rock, the sound I got, it rings hot Make your neck snap back like a slingshot E hustle, I muscle my way in Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin' Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it Then leave them like, "Who done it?" Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!" Yo, I get looks when I'm in the place That's that nigga, makin' you smile with Scarface Uh, it ain't my fault that my style slick enough to shock ya Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial Be downtown swingin' M.O.P. style [Interlude: Erick Sermon, Billy Danze, M.O.P. & Erick Sermon] Next up, yo, I believe that's me Yo (Danze) get on the mic and rock the Symphony [Verse 3: Billy Danze, Erick Sermon, Lil' Fame, PMD] Say hello to the devil's advocate, whenever tragic hit It's E, M.O.-PMD blastin' shit Put in work in this cold game Soldier (Soldier), I use work as code name Told ya, line 'em up like it's Soul Train (Brrah) And I give em the whole thing My family has been trained to swat 'em if they plastic Hit 'em and make 'em do a semi-backflip (Bad shit) I'm donatin' a casket We have raised hell in midtown and got down in traffic (Tell 'em what you sayin) Get the bozack before I tear your maggot ass flat (Boom-boom) They're back [Interlude: Billy Danze, Lil' Fame, M.O.P.] Next up, yo I believe that's me (Fame) Get on the mic for the Symphony [Verse 4: Lil' Fame] Presentin' the real, straight from B'Ville Motherfuckers don't like Fame 'cause I'm not cream filled I feel what I speak so I speak what I feel Sleep and I will creep and I kill Motherfuck (Who know?) Jump out a Yugo Open up your back with a MAC-uno-uno Ghetto-bound nigga, I break all laws Drink brews, curse out bitches and piss on walls This rap game is a street game now, the game switched Rappers are gettin' killed now with the same shit I ain't no motherfuckin' role model Kids don't follow 'cause I'ma hit this bitch full throttle The type to write "Fuck 5-0" in your lobby Rap is my religion, gear bikes is a hobby Show love when you meet us, it's love when you greet us Or the First Family will come see you with the heaters [Outro: M.O.P.] Blam (Blam)