EPMD

EPMD - Draw lyrics

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[Erick Sermon]
 Anybody around here seen Two Gun Billy?
 I said  did anybody around here seen Two Gun Billy?

 (Ain't no Two Gun Billy 'round here
 Who the hell you think you are  comin up in here ya damn yankee?)

 [Erick Sermon]
 You just pull a gun out on me?
 Now you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *
 Now  if any one of y'all see him
 Tell him that  EPMD was in town..

 [Parrish Smith]
 Draw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors
 Spurs on my Timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor
 Cowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin
 Quick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin
 Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me
 you shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the
 black dragon, puffin L's in the truck wagon
 Drinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin
 And hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room
 like Josie Wale and Clint Eastwood at High Noon
 So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow
 Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people
 Time to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw
 Fastest nigga in the wild West or East you ever saw
 An outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir
 Time to ride again until next time to draw

 "Ten nine eight seven six five four
 three two murder one lyric at your door" -> Method Man

 Draw..
 "Gimme that microphone
 I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone" -> Cool J

 "Ten nine eight seven six five four
 three two murder one lyric at your door" -> Method Man

 Draw..
 "Gimme that microphone
 I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone" -> Cool J

 [Erick Sermon]
 Hah
 Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic
 flee the scene, or see the infrared beam
 On the mic I dismantle, leave an impression
 and ruin you, like I'm the Bill Clinton scandal
 Impeach em, then I Erick can B. President
 Pass a law, hardcore in the residence
 Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt
 the hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout
 Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out
 and focus, or go into hypnosis
 I wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)
 Up the top with the street team hangin out, hangin Squadron posters
 Me and my dogs homey reppin
 in case some punks roll up, yo P, flash the weapon
 Forty-four caliber chrome, read it
 Can't count ten paces, I'm already heated it
 P and Erick Sermon is like a Ruger German
 Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em
 Any superhero we lettin em know from door
 Come correct when it's time to draw
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Publisher: Def Jam Recordings

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

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