Epmd - Draw lyrics

[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 f**ed up right? * five gunshots * Now, if any one of y'all see him Tell him that, epmd was in town.. [parrish smith] Draw, co*k 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 n***a 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 Pa** a law, hardcore in the residence Act fool, turn sh** 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