Draw - EPMD

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?You just pull a gun out on me?
Now you know you done ****** up right?
Now if any one of y'all see him
Tell him that
E P M D was in town
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(Ahh)
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 NoonSo 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 ***** in the wild
West or East you ever saw
An outlaw, my horse drinkin' water from the reservoir
Time to ride again until next time to draw"Ten nine eight seven six five fourThree two murder one lyric at your door"
Draw, draw"Gimme that microphoneI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone""Ten nine eight seven six five fourThree two murder one lyric at your door"
Draw, draw"Gimme that microphoneI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone"
HahThose 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 **** 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
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
编辑于2023/12/10更新