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* old Western for first 40 seconds *

[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