Symphony 2000 Lyrics

PMD] Yeh.. Erick Sermon.. EPMD.. check it

[E-Dub] Redman.. Method Man.. Lady Luck.. Def Jam

[PMD] Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats

Hold me down, hold me down [echoes]

Uhh.. yo!

I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine

I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine

Ill cat, slick talk, slang New York

To break it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?

Remember me? You punk faggot crab emcee

Get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with P

Aiyyo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo

Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through

Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm

Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron

I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel

We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap tools

Next up!

[E-Dub] Yo I believe that's me

[PMD] Yo, get on the mic and rock the Symphony

[Erick Sermon]

Yo P!

Time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot

Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot

E hustle, and muscle my way in

then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin

Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it

Then leave them like -- who done it?

Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now

When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"

YO! I get looks when I'm in the place

That's that nigga, makin you +Smile+ with Scarface

Uhh, +It Ain't My Fault+, that my style Silkk enough to Shock ya

Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a

If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial

Be +Downtown Swingin+, M.O.P. style

Next up!

[Red] Yo yo it's Funk D.O.C.

[E-Dub] Yo, you're on the mic to rock the Symphony

[Redman]

HeHAHHH! Yo yo

Did you ever think you would catch a cap?

Yo did you ever think you would get a slap?

Yo did you ever think you would get robbed

at gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the car?

It's Funk Doc, you know my name HOE

My style dirty underground, or Ukraine po'

When it hits you, pain pumps Kool-Aid, through the vein and shit

Snatch the trap then I Dash like Damon did

Doc, walk _Thin Red Lines_ to shell shock

Hairlock with fuckin broads in nail shops
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Hydro? Got more bags than bellhops

Two thousand Benz on my eight by ten PICTURE

Papichu', slayin crews in ICU

Battlin, usin hockey rules

For Keith Murray, Doc gon' cock these tools

Rollin down like dice in Yahtzee fool!

I "Just Do It" like Nike, outta 'Bama

with ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper!

Yo next up

[Meth] It's the G-O-D

[Red] Yo yo, get on the mic for the Symphony

[Method]

Youth on the move, payin them dues, nuttin to lose

Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo' jewels

Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues

_Hardcore_! To make them brothers act fool

Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel [sniff]

Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill [sniff]

Feelin like the mack inside a Cadillac Seville [screech]

Too ill, on cuts, the Barber of Seville - fi-ga-ro!

The sky is fallin - GERONIMO!

I feel my high comin down.. LOOKOUT BELOW!

AIYYO! Dead that roach clip and spark another

Chickenhawks, playin theyselves like Parker Brothers

I rock for the low-class, from Locash

The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park trash

Yeah yeah, the God on your block like Godzilla

Yeah yeah -- she gave away my pussy I'ma kill her

John John phenom-enon, in Japan they call me Ichiban

Wu-Tang Clan, numba won!

In the whole nine, I hold mine

Keep playin with it kid, you might go blind - jerkoff!

Fuck them a.k.a., for now it's just Meth

That's it, that's all, solo, single no more no less

[all] NEXT UP!

[Lady] I believe that's me

[all] BASTARD!

[PMD] Get on the mic and rock the Symphony

[Lady Luck]

Mrs. Stop Drop and Roll, rocks top the told

Hot, even though dames is froze

Pop close range at foes, and blaze them hoes

Leave em with they brains exposed, and stains on clothes

Y'all better change your flows, hear how Luck spittin?

Stay drunk-pissed in the S-Type, stay whippin *screech*

When the guns spittin, duck or get hittin

It's written, we in the game but ball different

Point game like Jordan, y'all play the role of Pippen

Style switchin, like tight ass after stickin

MAN LISTEN, stop your cryin and your bitchin

Like E and P's last CD, you're out of business