EPMD, Method Man, Redman, Luck - Symphony 2000 lyrics

Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
Hold me down, hold me down (echoes) uhh yo!
I grab the mic and grip it hard
Like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so
I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang New York
To break it down to straight English
What the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half
For fuckin around with P aiyyo strike two
My style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga
One more strike you through
Word is bi dond, rock Esco, FUBU
And Phat Fi darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt
I spark the gridiron i step up and bless the
Track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for static


I strap tools next up!

Yo P!
Time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and muscle my way in
Then tussle for days in
On my own with guns blazin
Not for the fun of it
Just for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like - who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now
When I spit the illest shit, cats be like
"Wow!" yO! I get looks when I'm in the place
That's that nigga
Makin you +Smile+ with Scarface
Uhh, +It Ain't My Fault+
That my style Silkk enough to Shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be +Downtown Swingin+, MOP style next up!

HeHAHHH! Yo yo
Did you ever think you would catch a cap?
Yo did you ever think you would get a slap?
Yo did you ever think you would get robbed
At gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the car?
It's Funk Doc, you know my name HOE
My style dirty underground, or Ukraine po'
When it hit's you, pain pumps Kool-Aid
Through the vein and shit
Snatch the trap then I Dash like Damon did
Doc, walk Thin Red Lines to shell shock
Hairlock with fuckin broads in nail shops
Hydro? Got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand Benz on my eight by ten PICTURE
Papichu', slayin crews in ICU
Battlin', usin hockey rules
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like dice in Yahtzee fool!
I "Just Do It" like Nike, outta 'Bama
With ten kids with hammers
Hooked to a camper! Yo next up

Youth on the move, payin them dues
Nuttin to lose
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised
Eyein yo' jewels
Huh, bad news bearin' they souls
Through rhyme and blues
"Hardcore!" To make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel
Flip you heads over heel sniff
Smell the daffodils from the
Lyric overkill sniff
Feelin like the mack inside
A Cadillac Seville screech too ill, on cuts
The Barber of Seville - fi-ga-ro!
The sky is fallin - GERONIMO!
I feel my high comin down lOOKOUT BELOW!
AIYYO! Dead that roach clip and spark another
Chickenhawks, playin theyselves like
Parker Brothers
I rock for the low-class, from Locash
The broke-assed
Even rock for trailer park trash yeah yeah
The God on your block like Godzilla
Yeah, yeah she gave away my
Pussy I'mma kill her john John phenom-enon
In Japan they call me Ichiban
Wu Tang Clan, numba won!
In the whole nine, I hold mine
Keep playin with it kid
You might go blind - jerkoff!
Fuck them aka, for now it's just Meth
That's it, that's all, solo
Single no more no less

Mrs stop Drop and Roll, rocks top the told
Hot, even though dames is froze
Pop close range at foes, and blaze them hoes
Leave em with they brains exposed
And stains on clothes
Y'all better change your flows
Hear how Luck spittin?
Stay drunk-pissed in the S Type
Stay whippin screech
When the guns spittin, duck or get hittin
It's written
We in the game but ball different
Point game like Jordan
Y'all play the role of Pippen
Style switchin, like tight ass after stickin
MAN LISTEN, stop your cryin and your bitchin
Like E and P's last CD
You're out of business