Nas - EPMD 2 feat. Eminem & EPMD (Official Audio)

Nas - EPMD 2 feat. Eminem & EPMD (Official Audio) King's Disease II Available Now 👑2️⃣

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--------------Tracklist------------- 1. The Pressure 2. Death Row East 3. 40 Side 4. EPMD 2 feat. Eminem & EPMD 5. Rare 6. YKTV feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie & YG 7. Store Run 8. Moments 9. Nobody feat. Ms. Lauryn Hill 10. No Phony Love feat. Charlie Wilson 11. Brunch on Sundays feat. Blxst 12. Count Me In 13. Composure feat. Hit-Boy 14. My Bible 15. Nas Is Good

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-----------------Lyrics---------------- VERSE 1 Respectfully Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish Closed casket flow all you n*ggas get deaded They don’t give you one single rose while you can smell it So I pick from my own garden Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather Grandkids and a rottweiler got over the block trauma So Wat Cha Sayin’ n*gga You Gots To Chill Thinkin’ you the truth really you not for real Back to back wit’ it the hardest sh*t of the year

VERSE 2 Remix EPMD we back in business Ain’t nobody f*ckin’ with us, come to your senses P is the second coming of God something to witness Piece of sh*t fly on your head like Mike Pence’s We in the trenches I’m mad, better yet I’m on a Rampage My people can’t even get minimum wage F*ck a stimulus Give me some interest Give me a loan Give me a home Get me that land you owe me so I can roam So when you trespass BLAOW one in your dome Best wishes ghost ‘em like he Tommy Ain’t worried bout nothing cuz Hit Squad behind me

HOOK 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

VERSE 3 Dun I let it go for the family Meetin’s at Cote in Miami Them wine bottles on maggie, extra large Sign up for my Masterclass, Escobar Feet up in Mets stadium at my restaurant Tied in from AZ to Dave East You know my thoughts get crazy My teachers they couldn’t grade me I know some Haitians in Dade County Got choppers in Haiti She booked a flight to Colombia Made her body amazing Just to post it on Tumblr This that f*ck up the summer sh*t, I don’t care what you comin’ with Me and Hit-Boy runnin’ sh*t Big gold, rope chains, but they flooded now, yeah Pull up with the Ghost like a haunted house She gettin’ scary, blood on my hands like Carrie Might walk through a cemetery to see where Hip Hop is buried I said it was dead but in fact it’s death like Machiavelli You see letters in red splatter look like sauce and spaghetti

VERSE 4 Ready? EPMD we’re back in business Livin’ in cramped conditions will give you ammunition I stock those shelves I got shells like Taco Bell and I’m not gon’ fail I got no L’s (noels) Like Christmas you don’t wanna make the claws (claus) come out Y’all should call yourselves Santa ‘cuz none of y’all are real Not a single one Like a dollar bill Just like your b*tch in appellate court she’s on a pill (appeal) We got her a bond and she’ll, never bail on me not even outta jail EPMD but me I gots no chill Just a lotta skrill Lady my paper’s so crazy I just tossed a mil’ out the window of my mobile on the f*ckin’ freeway on the way here Like Rudolph and his homies when they’re pullin’ the sleigh yeah That’s a lot of bucks flyin’ when I’m makin’ it rain dear Green on me but no weed shorty just these darling A pocket full of pills some are Tylenol 3 prolly 2 or 3 molly So some are E which reminds me of rap summary mami My theme song me and P always used to play that sh*t on repeat all day so please call me Big Daddy plus I got the Kane and Lean On Me MC’s I’m eating you B-*-T-C-H’s like tortilla chips Me I’m free of debt yeah green is on Chia Pet This is the effects of my old neighborhood misery index Poverty at it’s peak OCD and PTSD I guess RIP out to DMX, Stezo, E and Nipsey, Ecstasy and Prince Markie Dee MF DOOM I hit 50 via text Told him that I love him cuz I don’t even know when I’m gonna see him next Tomorrow could be your death (bring that beat back) Yeah and this sh*t ain’t for the faint cuz the brain’s illa trained killer danger deranged And I drank all the Dayquil I blank on the paper Then wait ‘til the page fill up Hate spiller shameful the strength of a pain pill or tranq’ I just pray for the day When I’m able to say that I’m placed with the greats And my names with the Kane’s and the Wayne’s and the Jay’s and the Dre’s and the Ye’s and the Drake’s And the J-Dilla’s, Jada’s, Cool J’s and the Ra’s And amazing as Nas is and praise to the Gods of this Shout to the golden age Hip Hop and the name of this song is

HOOK 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

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