Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For My People, artist - EPMD. Album song Business As Usual, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.12.1990
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
For My People |
I’m dark skinned, pack a mac 10 |
More menace and I’ll wreck the whole damn set |
Smash (yes) you ain’t seen *shit* yet |
Yes, a fact, a black nine mil is what I pack |
In the front of my waist, right next to my bozack |
A safety, for the suckers that hate me |
I haven’t had to bust a couple of rounds lately |
I hope not, it’s no fun getting shot |
Cause when I cock, I aim straight for the knot |
I don’t miss, I have a scope, no jokin |
You should hope, that disco appearance like broke |
Mass destruction when I start crushin and bustin |
Duck MC’s, I’m bumrushin |
Swift wit the trig, there’s nuff foes equipped |
Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shit’s thick |
I’m not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by |
A punk chump wit spunk, who dares to jump |
By the hour, I push power like Hiroshima |
Got dropped on by USA and like cleaned her |
I manage to damage people without a sequel |
This is for my people |
Verse Two: PMD |
Check out the main attraction, black man in action |
Number one crowd mover, I break backs in |
Boy, you shoulda known what EPMD stands for |
Sucker snappin necks, bustin caps, and breakin jaws |
It’s Erick and Parrish Making Dollars |
Excel, living well, taking no shorts and why bother |
To whine while I dine, sounds genuine |
You walked in wrong camp, punk, stepped on a landmine |
Boom bang, bust the slang that I bring |
From Brentwood, Long Island, all the way to Sing-Sing |
Yes the penile, peace to brothers on trial |
For some *bullshit* charge, mugshot on file |
For hard time, thump beats like an Alpine |
No Sam Suey sole shoe shoot joints, back a tech nine |
Yes the brother’s back wit no knife or ax |
Just a microphone, sucker, it limits that pack |
Def blows and flows, quadraverbs and echoes |
Sounds the pound hard to make an MC petrol |
My nine mil, kitted wit the infrared beam |
Something similar to a Roger Moore scene |
That’s James Bond, 007, wit guillotine |
To keep the Hit Squad hype to fly heads like the A-Team |
Don’t bug or miss, bug on the sequel |
For this *shit* I kick, it’s strictly for my people |
(PMD gives shoutouts) |