You Gots To Chill '97 - EPMD

Verse One: Erick Sermon 
As I step to the mic with the b boy stance  to the braveheart m.c.'s 
I wouldn't take a chance  keep quiet while the m.c. rap 
And if you disrespect me  it's the big payback 
The E double E is my name  I spell  things to decline I tell 
My squad rocks well  I'm in your hood  comin through like mud 
Chromed out  beamed out  in a all black truck 
You a player  what team you wit  I got major chips, I push the flyest 
whips 
Got the flyest chics, my outfits be freshly dipped 
No matter what the steez, I'm equipped 
Verse Two: PMD 
Well my name is M-D, I'm known as the motivator, funky beat maker 
New jack terminator, enjoy to destroy, because your rhyme's a toy 
Never sweatin no click , Why P?, cause I'm a b-boy 
When we on the scene, we always rock the spot, the green-eyed bandit 
Scratching Mic Doc, in the beginning, we had to let the world know 
Now, EPMD is clockin all the dough, sit back and relax 
Of course the biz phat, T.V. wit the phone in the back 
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill 
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill 
Verse Three: Erick Sermon 
I be the fly rhyme maker, female heart-breaker, the dude 
Want to play me and my crew, that's rude, I'm dope 
When I get down to the beat, I'm raw, I keep it hardcore for the 
streets 
My track's a miracle drug for thugs in this club 
[P] Yo E, I remember when they used to be scrubs, what up? 
I'm the big bear, some of y'all are baby cubs, talkin large money when 
I see your bank stubs, I take control of your body and soul 
Pack heat in my pants when it's time to roll 
Verse Four: PMD 
Well it's P-double E-M-D-E-E, here to bless the track or flip the flow 
wit E 
When we touch the microphone, no dou