| We Mobb’n, Hit Squad’n
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| We got dough but it ain’t from robbin
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| We rock microphones it’s out job and
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| Def Squad motherfucker and my name is
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| Edi Amin — nigga what you talkin
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| The Grand Royal — nigga what you talkin
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| It’s E-Dub — nigga what you talkin
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| Tell 'em to lift it up (no doubt E)
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| Yo this here is big boy shit (yeah) for the over 200 pounder club
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| Co-cappy dub (whoahhhoahhh)
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| I came back to rep my city
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| Nigga, I took the key from Diddy
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| Def Squad’s the committee, I rock for the gritty
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| I’m milk like a new mom titty — y’all wit me?
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| E Serm' the Green Eyed one, call me M-Ro
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| I got stripes on my arm, call me general
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| I’m nice (I'm nice) I’ll pull rank like Condoleezza Rice
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| Leaves of rice with this mic device
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| Easy~! |
| Who got the issue I’ll straight diss you
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| And hit you with the dadgum missile — hear it whistle?
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| Comin for ya the Oscar De La Hoya, the Golden Boy
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| Yeah — I’m that dude, don’t believe I’ll show ya boy
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| Ask Destiny’s Child, I’m that «Soldier Boy»
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| Chill like the New York winter, no one colder boy
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| + (Havoc)
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| We Mobb’n, Hit Squad’n
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| We got dough but it ain’t from robbin
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| We rock microphones it’s out job and
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| Infamous motherfucker and his name is
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| (Black Mobb’n) — nigga what you talkin
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| (G.B. I-N-3) — what you talkin
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| (Infamous Mobb Deep) — what you talkin
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| (H-A-V-O-C) — what you talkin
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| The stomach stay hungry so the hammer keep lickin
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| I’m lookin at the clock see time is still tickin
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| My beef, open the stove, see mine is done
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| When they keep playin with me, you minus one
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| One less nigga on that street my patience
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| Run short so ready to make you ancient
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| Your last destination’ll be marked a headstone
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| Ain’t worth it like tryin to get a fed case thrown
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| Closed casket, and ain’t that what, who want what?
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| I mastered, playin the cut, 'til I’m forced
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| Out my shell, pull that gat, you spill guts
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| 'Splain it yourself, of how you ain’t sayin the stuff
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| Time’s up, you about to get touched homeboy
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| I ain’t gon' sit here and argue wit’cha face homeboy
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| But next time you better watch what you say homeboy
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| But ain’t gon' be a next time say bye homeboy
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| + (Parrish)
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| We Mobb’n, Hit Squad’n
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| We got dough but it ain’t from robbin
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| We rock microphones it’s out job and
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| Hit Squad motherfucker and my name is
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| (I'm the Microphone Doctor) — nigga what you talkin
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| (PMD) — nigga what you talkin
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| (A black cloud) — nigga what you talkin
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| (Time to lift it up) — uh-huh, what you talkin
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| I be killin it when I’m feelin it
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| Straight drillin it when I’m peelin it
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| Comin through in the Tahoe truck fo'-wheelin it
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| Rollin through thick, pumpin knockin blastin my shit
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| Checkin out chicks
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| Pointin sayin «That's P the shit»
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| Freshly dipped, Nike Air Force One is the kick
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| I’m Parrish Smith, you dudes don’t wanna fuck with this
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| You got nothin, since «Strictly Biz» I keep it pumpin
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| At every function, yo E and P, never lunchin
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| Never slip, microphone wreck is the biz
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| (That's Erick Sermon) and me Parrish Smith
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| Probably blowin your whole life to shit
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| That’s how trifle it get, your fly-ass wife’ll quit
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| And like AJ Benz on Hollywood Scandal, life’s a bitch
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| We got the hypest spit, straight up cause we nicer kid
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| Look what the mic done did, EPMD know, lost they wig
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| From day one, never been a dud with the flow gun
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| We Mobb’n, Hit Squad’n
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| We got dough but it ain’t from robbin
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| We rock microphones it’s out job and
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| Squadron motherfucker and the name is
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| nigga what you talkin
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| what you talkin |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What You Talkin , by - EPMD. Song from the album Erick Sermon History, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп