Nas, Hit-Boy - EPMD lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas, Hit-Boy - EPMD lyrics]
Hit-Boy
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million
Look, hood theories
Arnold Rothstein rigged the World Series
Gotti ran every union in the city
N-A-S do it B-IG like Biggie
Leadin' like Huey Newton did
Nigga, that's how official the revolution is
Feds holdin' cameras up and they zoomin' in
Don't be surprised when niggas show
You they true intent
Ruthless, they'll tie up your wife and kid
While you talkin' on Clubhouse, the guns out
This ain't a audio chat, boy
This audio crack
Social media platforms they rattin' on
Facebook, Google, Apple, Microsoft, Amazon
Some say it's Babylon
Took the property over since Hampton gone
Who said we couldn't get cash this long
Last this long?
Platinum cars with our ratchets on
Laid back, oxblood seats with the hazards on
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million (Oh)
Murciélago mob flow, '20 Chevy Tahoe
Then I'm sittin' low, I am not hidin' though
Condos in different time zones (Time zones)
Way before y'all was double
Cuppin' the styrofoam come on dun
Had to lay it down in layman's terms (yeah)
Want me to turn up a notch? Just say the word
(yeah)
Hit told me to chill, just lay the verse
You know my thoughts get crazy
Think about shit from the '80s
Buckin' like Tom Brady
Ballin' like Kyrie and KD
Will had the medallion, emblem of a Mercedes
Way before Mike Amiris
When all the Nikes with pennies
Killin' niggas for sneakers
Had to skate through the envy
Supreme sold for a few billi' (Few billi')
If I sell my masters, I need a trilli'
(Need a trilli')
It was go get it, now it's gimme (Run it)
And we ain't relyin' on no stimmies
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million
Mob shit (Mob shit, mob shit)
Legitimate (Legitimate, legitimate)
You couldn't even calculate this shit
Yeah (yeah, yeah) insurmountable shit
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Uh (Uh) , it's too serious (It's too serious)
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million
Look, hood theories
Arnold Rothstein rigged the World Series
Gotti ran every union in the city
N-A-S do it B-IG like Biggie
Leadin' like Huey Newton did
Nigga, that's how official the revolution is
Feds holdin' cameras up and they zoomin' in
Don't be surprised when niggas show
You they true intent
Ruthless, they'll tie up your wife and kid
While you talkin' on Clubhouse, the guns out
This ain't a audio chat, boy
This audio crack
Social media platforms they rattin' on
Facebook, Google, Apple, Microsoft, Amazon
Some say it's Babylon
Took the property over since Hampton gone
Who said we couldn't get cash this long
Last this long?
Platinum cars with our ratchets on
Laid back, oxblood seats with the hazards on
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million (Oh)
Murciélago mob flow, '20 Chevy Tahoe
Then I'm sittin' low, I am not hidin' though
Condos in different time zones (Time zones)
Way before y'all was double
Cuppin' the styrofoam come on dun
Had to lay it down in layman's terms (yeah)
Want me to turn up a notch? Just say the word
(yeah)
Hit told me to chill, just lay the verse
You know my thoughts get crazy
Think about shit from the '80s
Buckin' like Tom Brady
Ballin' like Kyrie and KD
Will had the medallion, emblem of a Mercedes
Way before Mike Amiris
When all the Nikes with pennies
Killin' niggas for sneakers
Had to skate through the envy
Supreme sold for a few billi' (Few billi')
If I sell my masters, I need a trilli'
(Need a trilli')
It was go get it, now it's gimme (Run it)
And we ain't relyin' on no stimmies
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million
Mob shit (Mob shit, mob shit)
Legitimate (Legitimate, legitimate)
You couldn't even calculate this shit
Yeah (yeah, yeah) insurmountable shit
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Uh (Uh) , it's too serious (It's too serious)