Boldy James, The Alchemist - E.P.M.D lyrics

Oh, wow it's one of those, huh
That's how we playin'?
These niggas playin' dirty
These niggas playin' foul where we at? (Uh)

When I be on the west side
Niggas know that I rotate with Percival
In the streets, it's for keeps with us
So don't take it personal (Uh, uh)
When them city slickers beatin'
Down your block
This shit is strictly business
EPMD - everybody plottin' my demise (Blocks)
I marvel at the sight of 'caine
I love to watch it rise
If this was love at first sight
Then we was lockin' eyes (Where we at?)
Got a fetish for them butter
Babies who love the ladies
Just as much as I do
Ain't gon' up if I ain't got to
Could've shot you, but you pussy
I ain't have to, but I took it
When I robbed him, he like
"Boldy, please don't kill me"
Should’ve cooked him
I ain't run off with your work, bitch
I took it (Take that, take that)
Take a nigga brick, slap him
Then you sell it back to them
You still in Brooklyn? This the
Proof in the puddin' (Uh)
Told my plug to leave me some
Room if it's any cushion (Package)
The center of attention
Fresh out of central bookin' (Blockworks)
My niggas wolves in sheep clothing
And all you niggas woofin'
Where we at? Nigga, you tell me
Went to the principal for help
She just expelled me
Got tossed a sack right off
Of Macktown and Bellvie
Them I caught some Act' across the track
That shit derailed me
Stay with my old faithful 'cause
She never fail me
Gotta keep that hammer close for niggas
Tryna nail me to the cross
Brodie say, "Get 'em gone"
We gon' finish niggas off
It's whatever niggas on
Tell him tell it to his boss

How they took all his tabs and his gel caps?
Tell that pussy nigga run and tell that
You better boss up, lil' nigga
Or get bossed down, on gang

When I be on the east side
Niggas know that I'm tied in with mop heads
Press 'em, fresh out of prison
Put that chicken on a opp head (Brr)
Strapped with that maggy
That's a automatic five fig'
Give a fuck 'bout goin' back
He just happy that he not dead (He alive)
'Cause when you ridin' Ruccis
On the drop head
You gotta keep a clip full of
Heat seekers for the hot heads (Cop killers)
Walkin' out of Gucci with a six
Papa bought a brickie played it off
Copped my bitch some kicks out of Foot Locker
(Big bag)
'Fore we drove them roxies through the
Fire we was script poppers
Deuce of Mortongrove had me higher
Than a witch doctor (Right)
Big fiber on my solar plex'
Since he wanna flex (Game time)
Up it on 'em
Make a pussy come up out his rolodex
(You know it)
Big body on chrome, '96 Impala (Big body)
It's a lack of respect without
The money and the power (Dumbass)
Was so impressed the first time I
Cooked a brick of powder (Remix)
It made me wanna get out here
Grit up a million dollars