The Fan

[Erick Sermon] Yeah yeah uh huh word up Yo yo yo, Yo! Hey yo this here's procedure rock MC's during my leisure Time I spend to do em in The sound pumps hard and runs right through ya When it hits it reacts like a airbag to ya Some flip to it small kids might skip to it And jail cats get rep to it You get by on record but you wack on stage So I'm blowing you up throwing hand grenades [Parrish Smith] That's why we roll with the big boys With big toys, bringing crazy noise and ruckus Shutting down crews and motherfuckers In low beta, not to be fucked with like the swamp gator Potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed when I blaze ya As I, dust bust, crush and rush Catch you flossing nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush So yo, what's the deally for really We rock nine untilly, grinding like Billy So niggas chill and spark the Phillie [Chorus: x2] Yo, I know you was a fan of mine I know you was a fan of mine I know you was a fan of mine Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan club digits [Erick Sermon] Uh, hey yo taking our spot, that's outrageous P and I stomp those who get courageous And microphones get rocked on stages Any book or mag, we on a few pages Not commercial, not fronting, and no movie I swear, cause we take it there Billboard's top ten, that's tradition Coming through blasting with mad ammunition [Parrish Smith] Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman charmer Night in armor, penthouse view, with the sauna God dammit, pass me the rock, and watch me slam it Jam it cram it, until you stupid niggas understand it It's been a long time, MC crabbing bitch niggas running Wack MC's we straight stunning When we roll up, unexpected, undetected Resurrected, EPMD second wind, fuel-injected [Chorus] [Erick Sermon] Word yeah, tell em P, yo I never seen y'all before, when I came through With my dogs headbanging with the, Hit Squad crew Hardcore, we got biz from the get go Any beef with us, we ain't letting shit go E-Dub, no one replacing me If there's a spot, then find a vacancy Boy, I own my style, while y'all got leases I get the whole pie, while y'all get pieces [Parrish Smith] That's why we own, biting our shit, we don't condone News flash, Erick and Parrish, we got it sewn And like I'm Damon we Dash for the cash, mash for the fash' Bashing the rash, double up P, straight on smidash So stop playing, serious like So What Cha Sayin'? In Apollo sold out with Redman, fucking headbanging To the street corners, the back alleys, to the Cali valleys EPMD in effect, chilling as the scans tally