EPMD Lyrics: Get Wit This Lyrics

EPMD - Get Wit This

[Parrish Smith]

Last man standing like Bruce Willis about to kill with this

Niggaz feel this the masters of realness

In your town to get down so give your man a pound

Let him know what's goin down take a pull and hold it now

Back to matters we call the rhyme data

Home run batter shuttin down your chitter chatter

So kill the he say she say bust the replay

Hit Squad Def Squad stay busy like the freeway

[Erick Sermon]

Dig this, in the field of rap, I pull rank

Sets it Off like Vivica Fox and La' robbin banks

What you think? On the roof I work, smokin dank

Puffin Bone-Thugs and the boombox crank

Live in color, I represent, for the hardcore brother

who pack Lethal Weapons, without Dan Glover

And still we achieve the great, those who try

to fade us get clowned, plus beat down, so

Chorus: repeat 2X

Let's get up, let's get down

Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound

Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material

.. It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you

[Parrish Smith]

Aiyyo the rhymes I recite, airtight, like a submarine

Hip-Hop fiends, like a Jones, for nicotine

of tobacco so I can't slack yo

Got the knack though, bring it live and that's a fact yo

Niggaz buggin out, askin when we comin out

Samps is runnin out, need new shit to talk about

How you doin (where you been) in the biz

Sittin on chrome, back to set trends

[Erick Sermon]

Well it's the rappin Lex Luthor, step to me I'll do ya

Send you back to the future - he for real man? HELL YEAH

I don't care, I gets it on anywhere

From the streets of East New York, to the streets of Bel Air

First things first

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