For My People - EPMD

Hereeeeeee we go.... 
Verse One: Erick Sermon 
The E R I C K S E R M O N 
I'm dark skinned  pack a mac 10 
More menace and I'll wreck the whole damn set 
Smash (yes) you ain't seen *shit* yet 
Yes  a fact  a black nine mil is what I pack 
In the front of my waist  right next to my bozack 
A safety  for the suckers that hate me 
I haven't had to bust a couple of rounds lately 
I hope not  it's no fun getting shot 
Cause when I cock, I aim straight for the knot 
I don't miss, I have a scope, no jokin 
You should hope, that disco appearance like broke 
Mass destruction when I start crushin and bustin 
Duck MC's, I'm bumrushin 
Swift wit the trig, there's nuff foes equipped 
Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shit's thick 
I'm not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by 
A punk chump wit spunk, who dares to jump 
By the hour, I push power like Hiroshima 
Got dropped on by USA and like cleaned her 
I manage to damage people without a sequel 
This is for my people 
Verse Two: PMD 
Check out the main attraction, black man in action 
Number one crowd mover, I break backs in 
Boy, you shoulda known what EPMD stands for 
Sucker snappin necks, bustin caps, and breakin jaws 
It's Erick and Parrish Making Dollars 
Excel, living well, taking no shorts and why bother 
to whine while I dine, sounds genuine 
You walked in wrong camp, punk, stepped on a landmine 
Boom bang, bust the slang that I bring 
From Brentwood, Long Island, all the way to Sing-Sing 
Yes the penile, peace to brothers on trial 
For some *bullshit* charge, mugshot on file 
For hard time, thump beats like an Alpine 
No Sam Suey sole shoe shoot joints, back a tech nine 
Yes the brother'