You Gots To Chill '97

EPMD

Verse One: Erick Sermon



As I step to the mic with the b boy stance to the braveheart m.c.'s



I wouldn't take a chance keep quiet while the m.c. rap



And if you disrespect me it's the big payback



The E double E is my name I spell things to decline I tell



My squad rocks well I'm in your hood comin through like mud



Chromed out beamed out in a all black truck



You a player what team you wit I got major chips, I push the flyest



whips



Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped



No matter what the steez, I'm equipped



Verse Two: PMD



Well my name is M-D, I'm known as the motivator, funky beat maker



New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme's a toy



Never sweatin no click , Why P?, cause I'm a b-boy



When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit



Scratching Mic Doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know



Now, EPMD is clockin all the dough, sit back and relax



Of course the biz phat, T.V. wit the phone in the back



Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill



Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill



Verse Three: Erick Sermon



I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dude



Want to play me and my crew, that's rude, I'm dope



When I get down to the beat, I'm raw, I keep it hardcore for the



streets



My track's a miracle drug for thugs in this club



[P] Yo E, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up?



I'm the big bear, some of y'all are baby cubs, talkin large money when



I see your bank stubs, I take control of your body and soul



Pack heat in my pants when it's time to roll



Verse Four: PMD



Well it's P-double E-M-D-E-E, here to bless the track or flip the flow



wit E



When we touch the microphone, no dou