Business As Usual

Verse one: erick sermon

Oh what the heck, let's get married and have a son named erick
No big deal, no sweat
Hmmm, i was in for a big surprise
And when i saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes
Brainlocked, my whole damn head was malfunctional
Cause i forgot to co-sign a prenuptial, agreement
Now her case is hard like cement
I have no files on all the money she spent
She has a car, nineteen ninety brand new jaguar
Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star
That she bought, when i was away on tour
Hittin' my bank account, gettin more and more money
She got paid, it wasn't funny
Talkin to myself - oh you big big dummy
Just my luck, that i'm stuck with a marriage
And a baby, who lays in a gold carriage
Now i can't leave, if i do she gets half (not the cash)
Oh yes, the whole damn bash of money
So i chill, and act so sweet
Kiss her feet, can't picture bein in the street
So i give a fake smile, and a fake laugh
Fake everything so i can keep all my cash
Fake talk, like i love you so much
But wishin, she gets hit by a mack truck
Next time, if there's one i'll know
That most women strictly out for the dough
They're called gold diggers

Cause she's a gold digger (3x)

Verse two: parrish smith

The p had a close call, quiet as kept i dated this
"flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy girl"
Yeah, and almost got vicked
She had green eyes, thunder thighs, and a def body (so what cha sayin)
Top it off, she drove a black maserati
Chrome kit, with a smile i couldn't resist
I tapped e on the shoulder and said, "yeah i gots to get this"
(p cool, she could be a gold digger)
Not with that smile and that stupid boomin figure
Til one day, she spent the crazy dough
Ten g's on levi's, cold went rambo
But then she smiled, gave me a back massage
Gassed my head up, and said (oh p you're so large)
Like a jerk, i went for the line like a fish
But she was far from dream girl, and more like a death wish
She likes to sit back, lamp, walk on plush rugs
Whip my five-sixty sip moet and bug (so did you flip?)
Tried to but she cut me off
And said, "guess what?" (what) "i'm pregnant" (pregnant? damn)
Yeah and the child is yours
So to fellas, who wanna keep they cash
Or beware of the jack hammer and the helmet that glows
Cause she's a gold digger

Cause she's a gold digger (3x)

Verse three: erick sermon, parrish smith

[e] that's why, men in the 90's must watch themselves
[p] cause ladies of the 80's got hip and went for self
With the new divorce laws, which entitles them half
[e] that means the house goes
[p] the car
[e] you and half your cash
[p] what a price to pay, but if you play you pay
Cause women of the world they got smart today
They flash a smile and profile
[e] a pucker with a strut
[p] try to move in
[e] knock the boots
[p] and got stuck, with alimony payments
[e] time to meet judge wapner
[p] you try to flip and cut, but she smiles 'cause she gotcha
You get a flashback to wedding, when you vowed the vow
Said the two deadly words
[e] i do
[p] but look now, you lost the house
[e] the car
[p] eatin tv dinners in a one bedroom apartment
[e] boy you picked a winner
[p] but what goes around, comes around
[e] that's why she wheels the benz
[p] and you ride greyhound
Oh, just your luck, they on strike
Take off the wedding band, put out the thumb, time to hitch-hike
And the more you walk the pain from your corns get bigger
(now you know)
Not to mess with a gold digger

Cause she's a gold digger (repeat 3x)

[p] yeah epmd's in effect, dj scratch runs flex boy
Hit squad in effect in the house

[e] large!!
Yeah, she get half

Parrish smith:

One hot summer day back around the way
A new kid moved onto the block and his name was jay
Jay was cool, he trucked jewels, packed a nine mil
Yeahhh, and kept his smitty's on his tool

Erick sermon:

Anyway jay portrayed to be like gard
So we took him in, and put him down with the hit squad
His house was phat, full court in the back
Jacuzzi in his bedroom, a welcome on the doormat

P - plus azt, full house alarm system
One rottweiler, one pitbull, no one could vic him
E - something strange about the crib, i had to think
Why the whole god damn house was dressed in hot pink
P - yo jay, where's your bathroom, bust a move i gotta piss
E - three doors on the left homeboy, ya can't miss
P - my head was busted
E - disgusted
P - i said, "what's goin on?"
I seen a douche bag, and safety maxi-pad tampons
E - left the bathroom, went back where i was
P - tapped jay on the shoulder and said,
E - "eiyyyooo cuz"
P - "i thought you lived alone"
E - "i do"

Parrish smith:

"are you certain?
There's bras and leotards, hangin on the curtain
Yo jay what's your problem, homeboy you look stunned
What are you doin? put down that knife... where's my gun?"
Shit's thick, i reached for my tool i wasn't strapped
Left the nine in the car, right next to the jim hat
It's my ass, i better think fast real quick
I got a flashback *ahh* from a bruce lee flick
Got in my stance

E - don't lie
P - kay i broke for the door
Tripped on some bullshit in the living room floor
Jay rushed me, i grabbed him, scooped him up in the yoke
E - ahh shit
P - kicked him in the nuts
E - that's all she wrote
P - it was like rapunzel
E - rapunzel?
P - down came his hair
E - titties popped out
P - and there was ass everywhere
E - jay a transvestite?
P - not quite he was more like
*j to the a to the n to the e*
E - yo p, don't tell me, you went out like a sucker
P - chill, took off that mustache, grabbed that ass and i fucked her
Peace, i'm audi 5000 *laughing*
E - audi 5000
P - ahh shit!
All of that real shit, you know what i'm saying?
E - jane? haircut, haircut like anita baker?
P - the whole shit. yo e, the whole shit, you know what i'm saying?
Nah you can't man, i ran right up in her like bruce jenner
E - but better
P - right in there man, i didn't even care, are you crazy?
Was that holdin me up?
E - don't tell me it was jane you were juicin
P - sheiit, kick it e!

Intro-
Pmd: yo, check this out, man, we're gonna do this, man. we got 2 minutes and
20 seconds to get in and out of there. yo, redman, solo, man don't get in
There and start frontin', man. hit the vault, get the cash, don't shoot
*nobody*. alright?
Erick: tom, set the detonators. [beep beep beep beep]
Pmd: we 'bout to do this shit...
Erick: p, let's do this.....now!

P: freeze! (e: hands in the air!) nobody move!
(mack-10 is packed, so don't break fool)
This is a stick-up, real deal, real steel.
(full cooperation and no one gets killed.
Hey security old man, don't play hero)
Cuz a hero is a dead man, and a dead man is a zero.
Yo, hoe, pu tht loot in the money sack.
(you reach for the button, and then you gettin' smacked!)
?check the quotes? {huh?!} stutter, mothafucka?!
(one more dumb move, p, and i'm-a buck her)
Chill, e. listen lady, can't afford to do time.
Ome more slip up and your ass is mine.
I need all keys and codes to security boxes,
Cds (jewels) plus money markets.
(chill before i bulk like the hulk, bruce banner. yo redman) solo
{what?} spray the cameras.
All men, women and children please hit the floor.
(al b.) d-wade (watch the back door)
Time to get scratch, bring around the 560 (time check...) minute and fifty.
{time keeps on slippin-slippin} (come on, p, man, ya bullshittin'.
(hurry up, grab the sack and let's do this.
Pray for the benz and haul ass like carl lewis)
A reminder, a hero's nothin' but a sandwich, gus.
{this is ridiculous} say another word {i'll make ya famous}
{i feel like bustin' loose!} (p's been hit) {ow} a sharpshooter on the roof.

(aw shit. yo redman, keep the money movin'...yo tom j, if i ain't out in 10
Seconds, blow this mothafucker up and everybody, y'hear me?)
[police] {you have 15 seconds to put your weapons down and come out with your
Hands up. 15...14...13...12...11...10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...}
Let it go...{1}
[explosion]
{yo, we outta here...} [tires screech]

Refrain:
[comin' straight from the underground] 4x

Erick sermon:
As i pump up a brand new funk swing,
And bring back the chill of thrill from b.b. king.
Old fashioned is the way that i be waxin' a mc,
I bust a grill, and the reaction i check,
Inspect, make sure the head's wrecked;
[crunch] snap a neck for some live effects.
A machine, my functioning, that's mean.
I stay together, my man, like al green.
I'm a slayer, the e-r-i-c-k and i'm back
To attack a punk chump that ain't sayin' jack.
Boom, i'm buckwild when i'm stoned,
I close only one eye like a cyclone.
So i throw on my black shades that's rhinestone,
Summer to my benz that's outlined in chrome.
I'm the grand royal mc, i'm no joke.
I hit like a phillie blunt when it's toked.
I smoke, an mc well-done, he gets done.
I'm knockin' out wack mcs like michael nunn.
Full-power, one punch, crunch, i'm throwin' bolos.
I'm strapped heavy, my handguns that's solo.
I'm packed when it's time to get down.
Cuz erick sermon's comin' straight from the underground...

Refrain 4x

Pmd:
Okie dokie. my mind gets slow-pokey when i toke the
Bull from a phillie blunt and i hope me
Old gold is cold when i pop the cap.
Take a sip and then blitz, then crack a back with a rhyme sack.
Cuz i'm too smooth, pay my dues, and can't lose.
I'm top gun, pullin' bitches like tom cruise.
And my main man, d-wade, still gets paid.
And in the off-season, we vacate in the shade.
So all hail the mary, crack the moet,
Blast the boom-box, then act like george and jet-son.
Cuz my style, similar to tae kwon do, but hey-yo,
I don't kick or throw stars, this brother flows
To the funk track, with 808 drops for prop the top
Of druggin' or thuggin, d.t.s or cops.
I say, no to blow and yes to cess and i suggest
You put a buck on lotto, and if you win, you should invest
In a new grill, bill, cuz i rock non- until
The fat lady sings, or brooklyn starts to ill.
There's a fat chance, with the brother bistro,
Cuz i'm the master of the quadraverb and the echo.
There's no time to stop, so p keep on steppin'
On the edge of the frame of the mind, the nine is the weapon.
That i choose to squeeze when a brother acts wild.
One slug to the head, mafioso style.
You catch a universal beat down with sounds that pound,
Watch yourself son, i'm comin' straight from the underground.

Refrain 2x

Slow down baby uhh
Slow down baby uhh

You can get rugged, though, hard like p
Trying to play my man but you couldn't touch me
You faggot to comp rapper on a quest
You get your head flown, boy you must be smokin' sens
So many often wonder if mds paid
You're goddamn right, punk, stay outta my way
'cause i clock gs while you clock zs
And i don't smoke crack, i smoke m.c.s
So pick up a pen, cop a squat, and take notes
A rapper suffred from bleeding, sprains and slit throats
My style deadly psychopath or schizophrenic
Rapper choke like a curburetor, freeze up, and panic
'cause i clock pesos, don't sell ileyo
Another name for cocaine, mi amigo
That's spanish terminology for friend
Now sit back and rub my bozack as i send
Bass funk with beats that thump
Kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk
My system cranking, my headlights are blinkin'
Brother ridin' my tip, l, at the same time thinkin'
Damn, how could a brother be so nice
'cause i'm the capital e-p twice m-d-e twice
I choose to squeeze, some choose to fight
I like to write but then again some bite
While you were bangin' on tables, i was bangin' snow white

Yeah slow down baby

The ripper, the master, the overlordian
Playing m.c.s like a old accordion
I get the inspiration from a necessary station
Them sayin' i was vacationin'
You can't cope with your weak-ass throat
Tryin' 'a sneak a peak in while i freak the notes
Major m.c.s become minor b flats
So retire the mike, get your chains and your bats
Here's your chance to advance, gettin' your stance
I'm 'a shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
Pure entertainment, tonight's your arraignment
You're quilty, face down on the pavement
No holds barred, it's time to get scarred
You and your squad better praise the real god
The undertaker droppin' thunder on fakers
When it comes to lyrics i'm as freaky as seka
So lay the mike down slow and careful
'cause mine is fully loaded and i have another handful
A clip to slip in and start rippin'
Divin' and dippin' and givin' punks a whippin'
Just in case you wanna go a few rounds and so
I'm down so that you clowns will know
Me gettin' burnt or hurt won't be tolerated
I got rhymes up the (huh) forget it, i'm constipated

Yeah slow down baby

When i come around homeboy, watch your nugget
I master on the beat down, my style's rugged
When i attack the microphone, close the zone
Rap sees danger, can't roam
Security is packed and wall to wall can't fall
A rap tank is full so i can't stall
My microphone is filled with premium
Any whack m.c. that flexes, i'm creamin' 'em
Not with lotion, bust the motion, flotation
When i'm rockin' the mike i'm like coastin'
Underneath fatigue at my peak
You still seek the style 'cause yours is extra weak
New method, rip the stage at my age and get loose and kick
Like bruce in a rage-i'm on a rampage

Yeah slow down baby
Slow down baby

Chorus: *sung hook from an r&b record*

Got to give the people
Give the people what they want
Ladies and gentlemen
(repeat 2x)

Verse one: erick sermon

When i came out with my first rap jam
I had no idea that the record would slam
It did real good without radio play
Maybe at night but no airplay in the day
I couldn't understand why to be exact
Our music was good and i was far from wack
Then came the answer, commercial was the key
To get airplay and a spot on tv
Like ed lover and doctor dre from yo! mtv raps
A show, mainly for the black
And still we can't ill, cause to them that's wrong
Cause like p.e. said, we're too black and too strong
But hey, what can i say
(brothers and sisters) that's a price a rapper must pay

Chorus

Verse two: pmd

As airwaves collapse rap shows at a standstill
Some racial circuits the frequencies can't handle
The funk tracks produced by epmd
But it's a fat jam, that will never win a grammy
Unless we sellout and kill the black movement dead
Which means swallow our pride and become flunkies instead
And stop the rap about freedom, thoughts of a black president
And rap about a black crack, the mayor in our residence
Give me a break brothers, it's time to take a stand
And kill that no sir, yes sir, and thank you ma'am
Cuz the word is a luxury a black man can't afford
That's why poverty's on the rise and we still ignored
And it's a setback and yet the clock still ticks
And if we let it, rap would be run by politics
I read it somewhere that every man's created equal
But not in this day and age, maybe in the sequel
Which means next time, so observe these rhymes
And take a stand and go for yours cause i'm going for mine
That's why i

Chorus

Verse three: erick sermon, pmd

Why is that when wrong is done by the black
It's blown out of proportion and immediately attacked
By the press and yes, conflict is caused
By the kids at concerts who bumrush the doors
One child gets hurt, the press gets pesty
But what about the beatles, g, and elvis presley
Same stuff was rough, rap does not cause violence
So (fight the power) and make them understand
But too much power and you might get banned
So if you want airplay
You can't be too black and hey, watch what you say, but ayo

Chorus: to fade

[pmd] manslaughter (repeat 4x)

Verse one: erick sermon

Code name e-d, check on the one two three
Black male hard mc
Rap record slave, a brother on the scene
With a machine gun and one magazine
Wanted, a half a million for the body alone
Two million for the microphone
If you see him, dial 5 dash slayer
A hotline to the governor and mayor
He's armed wit ammo, a weapon that's mine
All black in rap, strap tech nine
Silencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip
The boy's about ta flip

Manslaughter (repeat 2x)
They call him manslaughter
Manslaughter

Verse two: pmd

Code name md, rappin fanatic
No short taken, black asiatic
Hit man, keeps my belt unbuckled
Book a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle
Or laughter, cause my name ain't casper
The friendly ghost, but i smoke an mc if i have to
Quick fast like alakazoo, alakazam
And i'll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like bam-bam
Rubble, partner code name is e-double
It's those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble
Girls ride the tip, brothers on his sac
I had to change my name to bruce wayne, also known as bat-
Man, and grab the bozack wit this hand
As i slay ya manslaughter

Manslaughter
They call him manslaughter
Manslaughter

Verse three: erick sermon

Mad man fully strapped and i quote
Don't flex, last chump who did, he got smoked
Undercover, not d-t but e-d
And wonder why you're spinning my records on thirty-three
I'm the original, never did crime, i'm no criminal
No static, pack a forty-five automatic
Black cat strapped in rap, holding my johnson
Walking the streets, a vigilante charles bronson
As the beat kick, face his plate on the m1 done
Style's sharper than the blade in shogun
First suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker mc
That can't count one two three
I manage to damage, i roast the whole membrane
Insane, like a basehead doing cocaine
I kill a farmer, plus his daughter
Cause i'm the e-double, and this is manslaughter

They call us manslaughter
They call it manslaughter
Manslaughter

Verse four: pmd

As i stare deep into the mirror, i could only resort
To a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought
You're stomped out, you're beat down, you go big top shit
Run your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped
Cause i'm too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit
Sleep on a sucker and you still can't get with
Me bro, wit this flow and i don't know judo
Gunflow is my style, say this so that you know
There's no time to dance or romance with a nuisance
Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants
Then off you go to the rap rat pack
Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack
That's what the doctor ordered
Take two of these, dead, manslaughter

They call it manslaughter
They call it manslaughter
Manslaughter
To the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter