E.P.M.D

[Intro]

Oh, wow

It's one of those, huh

That's how we playin'?

These niggas playin' dirty

These niggas playin' foul

Where we at? (Uh)

[Verse 1]

When I be on the west side, niggas know that I rotate with Percival

In the streets, it's for keeps with us, so don't take it personal (Uh uh)

When them city slickers beatin' down your block, this shit is strictly business

E.P.M.D - everybody plottin' my demise (Blocks)

I marvel at the sight of 'caine, I love to watch it rise

If this was love at first sight, then we was lockin' eyes (Where we at?)

Got a fetish for them butter babies who love the ladies

Just as much as I do, ain't gon' up if I ain't got to

Could've shot you, but you pussy; I ain't have to, but I took it

When I robbed him, he like, "Boldy, please don't kill me”, should’ve cooked him

I ain't run off with your work, bitch, I took it (Take that, take that)

Take a nigga brick, slap him, then you sell it back to them

You still in Brooklyn? This the proof in the puddin' (Uh)

Told my plug to leave me some room if it's any cushion (Package)

The center of attention, fresh out of central bookin' (Blockworks)

My niggas wolves in sheep clothing and all you niggas woofin'

Where we at? Nigga, you tell me

Went to the principal for help, she just expelled me

Got tossed a sack right off of Macktown and Bellvie

Them I caught some Act' across the track, that shit derailed me

Stay with my old faithful 'cause she never fail me

Gotta keep that hammer close for niggas tryna nail me to the cross

Brodie say, "Get 'em gone", we gon' finish niggas off

It's whatever niggas on, tell him tell it to his boss

[Interlude]

How they took all his tabs and his gel caps?

Tell that pussy nigga run and tell that

You better boss up, lil' nigga

Or get bossed down, on gang

[Verse 2]

When I be on the east side, niggas know that I'm tied in with mop heads

Press 'em, fresh out of prison, put that chicken on a opp head (Brr)

Strapped with that maggy, that's a automatic five fig'

Give a fuck 'bout goin' back, he just happy that he not dead (He alive)

'Cause when you ridin' Ruccis on the drop head

You gotta keep a clip full of heat seekers for the hot heads (Cop killers)

Walkin' out of Gucci with a six, papa bought a brickie

Played it off, copped my bitch some kicks out of Foot Locker (Big bag)

'Fore we drove them roxies through the fire we was script poppers

Deuce of Mortongrove had me higher than a witch doctor (Right)

Big fiber on my solar plex', since he wanna flex (Game time)

Up it on 'em, make a pussy come up out his rolodex (You know it)

Big body on chrome, '96 Impala (Big body)

It's a lack of respect without the money and the power (Dumbass)

Was so impressed the first time I cooked a brick of powder (Remix)

It made me wanna get out here, grit up a million dollars

[Outro]