[Erick Sermon]
Yeah yeah uh huh word up
Yo yo yo.. YO
Aiyyo this here's procedure rock MC's durin my leisure
time I spend to do em in
The sound pumps hard and runs right through ya
When it hits it reacts like a airbag to ya
Some flip to it small kids might skip to it
and jail cats get rep to it
You get by on record but you wack on stage
So I'm blowin you up throwin hand grenades
[Parrish Smith]
That's why we roll with the big boys
with big toys, bringin crazy noise and ruckus
shuttin down crews and motherfuckers
in low beta, not to be fucked with like the swamp gator
potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed when I blaze ya
As I, dust bust, crush and rush
Catch you flossin nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush
So yo, what's the deally for really
We rock nine untilly, grindin like Billy
So niggaz chill and spark the Phillie
Chorus: Parrish Smith (repeat 2X)
Yo, I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
I know you was a fan of mine
Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan club digits
[Erick Sermon]
Uh, aiyyo takin our spot, that's outrageous
P and I stomp those who get courageous
And microphones get rocked on stages
Any book or mag, we on a few pages
Not commercial, not frontin, and no movie
I swear, cause we take it there
Billboard's top ten, that's tradition
Comin through blastin with mad ammunition
[Parrish Smith]
Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman charmer
Night in armor, penthouse view, with the sauna
God damnit, pass me the rock, and watch me slam it
Jam it cram it, until you stupid niggaz un
