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)