Actin' Up

[Hook]

When one-two starts actin up

Homey duck, homey duck, homey duck, homey duck

BLAOW! Somebody shoulda told that dude

BLAOW! Somebody shoulda told that dude

[Verse One: Vic D]

"One, two, three, four, five"

Oh-six through oh-eight, this is oh-nine live

And for the new year I pack a chrome fo'-five

And keep it straight raw like Shady fo'-five

It's I, youngest in charge, a.k.a. so fly

Act up, I'm your neck like a fuckin bowtie

Back up, show respect to the newest multi-

-million sold, and that's only in the N.Y. - OH!

Get low when that kickback blow

I put a X on you squares, call it tic-tac-toe

{*click clack BLOW*} Put a lil' tag on his toe

I call it yeast infection faggot how I get that dough

So who want beef, and I'mma shoot it 'til my shooter come through

Hop out the Cougar put a hole in your medullah

It's mo' back at it I'm stoned like crack addicts

Hocus pocus sayonara I'm gone - black magic

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Erick Sermon & Parrish Smith]

That EPMD we a hip-hop phenom'

This style I birthed it, I am the mom

The illest slow flow and the one-two

Without D.M.C. I'm who they Run to

Who they come to, to get their swag

I've been that little boy with the duffel bag

Ain't anything changed, keep cash bags with me

I'm a threat, so I keep trash bags with me

Okay! Dem lay, and if dey dumpin

Double pumpin shotgun action, who's askin?

YOUUUUUUUUUUUU~!

Can't be for real, you eatin' but you ain't finish your meal

Uhh, I'm the blueprint for those who can't lose

I wrote them checks so I paid them dues

Yeah Sermon, who walked in my shoes?

You better be Bigfoot if not stay put

[Hook]

[Verse Three: Tre]

So I'm the future of this music, bet your life on that

Since construction paper and Crayolas I've been writin raps

So don't confuse me with these bamas that, ain't got no talent

And just all of a sudden up and decide to rap

Ain't no disguisin that bullshit, they ride to that bullshit

Who bought 'em that bullshit? Your mom and them?

She probably mad, 'bout to whup your ass for not again

But don't feel bad, you just tryin to win

Talkin 'bout designers and your diamonds what you drivin in

And you ain't even behind the wheel, go to the passenger side of it

Tell me - why is that niggas do that? That nigga ain't do that

He lyin, he ain't never lived through that

Even people that know you hear you and be like "Who dat?"

That nigga ain't do that (uh-uh, I don't believe him)

I been knew that, been seen through that

Hear you yappin 'bout some weight you never sold

People you ain't never shoot at

Take it down, let's see whatever fairy tales you bring back

(You do got a good imagination though, I can tell you that)

This force is all boss, to fakers of all fakers

Just face it, you all talk and it's PHONY BABY

[Hook]