It's My Thang '99 - DJ Clue, EPMD, Redman

Aiyyo, we got these hoes spreaded out like mustard

The Squad go to war like General Custer

I just lost my a-alike, and I’m takin it hard

And havin bad dreams of spooky voices and graveyards

First of all, I’m the E of EPMD

Rockin the Player Way like Eightball & MJG

Squadron, my click be fully armed

I got dough, my account be fat and formed

Drinkin a Beck’s, all day I think about sex

Got the gaze to knock the «A» off your 'Virex

Who am I?

D-O, my M-O is fuck P-O

Luv ta Fuck Ya, fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya

Aiyyo I detonate on impact

So niggas better get back

The playahaters stay off the dick, P ain’t wit that

The blunt, I split that, bust a four wit the kick back

No need to stress that chickenhead nigga, already hit that

I put the pow in the wow like gun to the powder

Give the hardcore niggas something they could be proud of

I get out of hand like I lost my arm

Decipher the head of c-cipher like Voltron

Who got wins?

those that be hard pretend

You got skills?

come here, let me tap that chin

Bing, my style ropa-dope around the ring

I’m well promoted, and don’t even know Don King

Call me the Sam Cassell, shots two minute on the clock

Cops know the SL handle well

Can tell by the nails you frail

We can battle till your girl big ass feet out them Chanels

Aiyyo my brain attack this hip hop shit aggressively

My recipe, mixed wit stress and niggas testin me

Consecutively, five golds so technically

You niggas got a long way to go to catch the PMD

Aiyyo we put you to the test, put it through your chest

Make a mothafucker catch a cardiac arrest

Live out the Fresh Fest, one of the best

I asked my nigga Red Alert, he said «YEESSSSS»

I intimidate MC’s from the throwing of my vocal tone

It don’t work, I show em the chrome and flash the greens

Coincide wit the red beam, and hear about it all day on Street Scene

I Welcome niggas like Kotter to the night marauder

Pull out my gat, you’ll be like «AAAGH!!»

like Godfather

I hang small, but when I’m hard I’m gigantic

In fact, my big-ass dick sunk the Titanic

An MC massacre, got a click and crew ready to blast at ya

(Why these niggas mad, P?) cuz we the masters (CLUE!!)

We catch you niggas wit glass, and who you gon askin

Like you gaspin, backin up while P’s blastin

I’ll be like «ROOF!!»

Get At Me Dog like DMX

Keith Murray pack a black tech

And I don’t give a fuck, I can’t be touched

Females jump in my flow like double-dutch

My technique, knock niggas off they feet (why)

I’m Ultimate, like the fuckin break beat

It’s My Thing, back wit the sequel

Hold my Squad down wit the chrome desert eagle

Yo, I go back like straps, puttin Lee patch where your knee at

Puff wit mi-das, and no Civics wit the ski racks

Shut niggas down that be tryin to win

I’ll be like «Wha What What!»

like I’m from CNN

So peep the Thriller of Manilla, wreck shit like Godzilla

Drink Old English, can not stand Miller

MC’s cold rockin till the party’s through

Then they tap me on the shoulder and say «This Bud’s for you»

*echoing*

DJ Clue, The Professional, uh-huh