What You Talkin'

[Hook One: Erick Sermon] We Mobb'n, Hit Squad'n We got dough but it ain't from robbin We rock microphones it's out job and Def Squad motherfucker and my name is Edi Amin - nigga what you talkin The Grand Royal - nigga what you talkin It's E-Dub - nigga what you talkin Tell 'em to lift it up (no doubt E) [Erick Sermon] Yo this here is big boy shit (yeah) for the over 200 pounder club Co-cappy dub (whoahhhoahhh) I came back to rep my city Nigga, I took the key from Diddy Def Squad's the committee, I rock for the gritty I'm milk like a new mom titty - y'all wit me? E Serm' the Green Eyed one, call me M-Ro I got stripes on my arm, call me general I'm nice (I'm nice) I'll pull rank like Condoleezza Rice Leaves of rice with this mic device Easy~! Who got the issue I'll straight diss you And hit you with the dadgum missile - hear it whistle? Comin for ya the Oscar De La Hoya, the Golden Boy Yeah - I'm that dude, don't believe I'll show ya boy Ask Destiny's Child, I'm that "Soldier Boy" Chill like the New York winter, no one colder boy [Hook Two: Erick Sermon] + (Havoc) We Mobb'n, Hit Squad'n We got dough but it ain't from robbin We rock microphones it's out job and Infamous motherfucker and his name is (Black Mobb'n) - nigga what you talkin (G.B. I-N-3) - what you talkin (Infamous Mobb Deep) - what you talkin (H-A-V-O-C) - what you talkin [Havoc] The stomach stay hungry so the hammer keep lickin I'm lookin at the clock see time is still tickin My beef, open the stove, see mine is done When they keep playin with me, you minus one One less nigga on that street my patience Run short so ready to make you ancient Your last destination'll be marked a headstone Ain't worth it like tryin to get a fed case thrown Closed casket, and ain't that what, who want what? I mastered, playin the cut, 'til I'm forced Out my shell, pull that gat, you spill guts 'Splain it yourself, of how you ain't sayin the stuff Time's up, you about to get touched homeboy I ain't gon' sit here and argue wit'cha face homeboy But next time you better watch what you say homeboy But ain't gon' be a next time say bye homeboy [Hook Three: Erick Sermon] + (Parrish) We Mobb'n, Hit Squad'n We got dough but it ain't from robbin We rock microphones it's out job and Hit Squad motherfucker and my name is (I'm the Microphone Doctor) - nigga what you talkin (PMD) - nigga what you talkin (A black cloud) - nigga what you talkin (Time to lift it up) - uh-huh, what you talkin [Parrish Smith] I be killin it when I'm feelin it Straight drillin it when I'm peelin it Comin through in the Tahoe truck fo'-wheelin it Rollin through thick, pumpin knockin blastin my shit Checkin out chicks Pointin sayin "That's P the shit" Freshly dipped, Nike Air Force One is the kick I'm Parrish Smith, you dudes don't wanna fuck with this You got nothin, since "Strictly Biz" I keep it pumpin At every function, yo E and P, never lunchin Never slip, microphone wreck is the biz (That's Erick Sermon) and me Parrish Smith Probably blowin your whole life to shit That's how trifle it get, your fly-ass wife'll quit And like AJ Benz on Hollywood Scandal, life's a bitch We got the hypest spit, straight up cause we nicer kid Look what the mic done did, EPMD know, lost they wig From day one, never been a dud with the flow gun [Hook Four: Erick Sermon] We Mobb'n, Hit Squad'n We got dough but it ain't from robbin We rock microphones it's out job and Squadron motherfucker and the name is {Edi Amin} nigga what you talkin {I'm the Microphone Doctor} nigga what you talkin {It's E-Dub} nigga what you talkin {Infamous Mobb Deep} what you talkin