Draw lyrics

Artist  : Epmd 
Song : Draw



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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