Symphony 2000 Lyrics
| Song | Symphony 2000 |
| Artist | EPMD |
| Artist | Lady Luck |
| Artist | Method Man |
| Artist | Redman |
| Album | Out Of Business |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Grinnage, Murry, Sermon, Smith ... | |
| [PMD] Yeh.. | |
| Erick Sermon.. | |
| EPMD.. check it [E-Dub] | |
| Redman.. Method | |
| Man.. Lady | |
| Luck.. Def | |
| Jam [PMD] | |
| Erick and | |
| Parrish Millenium | |
| Ducats Hold me down, hold me down (*echoes*).. | |
| Uhh.. yo! | |
| I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine | |
| I want the chrome and the cream so | |
| I put it down for mine | |
| Ill cat, slick talk, slang | |
| New York To break it down to straight | |
| English, what the **** you want? | |
| Remember me? | |
| You punk faggot crab emcee | |
| Get your shit broke in half for ****in around with | |
| P Aiyyo strike two, my style | |
| Brooklyn like the | |
| Zoo Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through | |
| Word is bi-dond, rock | |
| Esco, FUBU, and | |
| Phat Fi-darm | |
| Every time | |
| I get my spit on, no doubt, | |
| I spark the gridiron | |
| I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel | |
| We keeps cool, no need for static, | |
| I strap tools | |
| Next up! [E-Dub] | |
| Yo I believe that's me [PMD] | |
| Yo, get on the mic and rock the | |
| Symphony [Erick Sermon] | |
| Yo P! Time to rock, the sound | |
| I got, it reigns hot | |
| Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot | |
| E hustle, and muscle my way in then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin | |
| Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it | |
| Then leave them like -- who done it? | |
| Sucka duck, | |
| I do what | |
| I feel right now | |
| When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!" | |
| YO! I get looks when | |
| I'm in the place | |
| That's that nigga, makin you + | |
| Smile+ with | |
| Scarface Uhh, + | |
| It Ain't My | |
| Fault+, that my style | |
| Silkk enough to | |
| Shock ya Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a | |
| If I get caught you can bet | |
| I'll blow trial | |
| Be +Downtown | |
| Swingin+, | |
| M.O.P. style | |
| Next up! [Red] | |
| Yo yo it's | |
| Funk D.O.C. [E-Dub] | |
| Yo, you're on the mic to rock the | |
| Symphony [Redman] | |
| HeHAHHH! Yo yo | |
| Did you ever think you would catch a cap? | |
| Yo did you ever think you would get a slap? | |
| Yo did you ever think you would get robbed at gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the car? | |
| It's Funk | |
| Doc, you know my name | |
| HOE My style dirty underground, or | |
| Ukraine po' | |
| When it hits you, pain pumps | |
| Kool-Aid, through the vein and shit | |
| Snatch the trap then | |
| I Dash like | |
| Damon did | |
| Doc, walk _ | |
| Thin Red Lines_ to shell shock | |
| Hairlock with ****in broads in nail shops | |
| Hydro? Got more bags than bellhops | |
| Two thousand | |
| Benz on my eight by ten | |
| PICTURE Papichu', slayin crews in | |
| ICU Battlin, usin hockey rules | |
| For Keith | |
| Murray, Doc gon' cock these tools | |
| Rollin down like dice in | |
| Yahtzee fool! | |
| I "Just Do It" like | |
| Nike, outta ' | |
| Bama with ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper! | |
| Yo next up [Meth] | |
| It's the G- | |
| O-D [Red] | |
| Yo yo, get on the mic for the | |
| Symphony [Method] | |
| Youth on the move, payin them dues, nuttin to lose | |
| Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo' jewels | |
| Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues _ | |
| Hardcore_! | |
| To make them brothers act fool | |
| Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel *sniff* | |
| Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill *sniff* | |
| Feelin like the mack inside a | |
| Cadillac Seville *screech* | |
| Too ill, on cuts, the | |
| Barber of | |
| Seville - fi-ga-ro! | |
| The sky is fallin - | |
| GERONIMO! | |
| I feel my high comin down.. | |
| LOOKOUT BE | |
| LOW! AIYYO! | |
| Dead that roach clip and spark another | |
| Chickenhawks, playin theyselves like | |
| Parker Brothers | |
| I rock for the low-class, from | |
| Locash The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park trash | |
| Yeah yeah, the | |
| God on your block like | |
| Godzilla Yeah yeah -- she gave away my pussy | |
| I'ma kill her | |
| John John phenom-enon, in | |
| Japan they call me | |
| Ichiban Wu- | |
| Tang Clan, numba won! | |
| In the whole nine, | |
| I hold mine | |
| Keep playin with it kid, you might go blind - jerkoff! | |
| **** them a.k.a., for now it's just | |
| Meth That's it, that's all, solo, single no more no less [all] | |
| NEXT UP! [Lady] | |
| I believe that's me [all] | |
| BASTARD! [PMD] | |
| Get on the mic and rock the | |
| Symphony [Lady Luck] | |
| Mrs. Stop | |
| Drop and Roll, rocks top the told | |
| Hot, even though dames is froze | |
| Pop close range at foes, and blaze them hoes | |
| Leave em with they brains exposed, and stains on clothes | |
| Y'all better change your flows, hear how | |
| Luck spittin? | |
| Stay drunk-pissed in the | |
| S-Type, stay whippin *screech* | |
| When the guns spittin, duck or get hittin | |
| It's written, we in the game but ball different | |
| Point game like | |
| Jordan, y'all play the role of | |
| Pippen Style switchin, like tight ass after stickin | |
| MAN LISTEN, stop your cryin and your bitchin | |
| Like E and | |
| P's last C | |
| D, you're out of business |
| zuo ci : Grinnage, Murry, Sermon, Smith ... | |
| PMD Yeh.. | |
| Erick Sermon.. | |
| EPMD.. check it EDub | |
| Redman.. Method | |
| Man.. Lady | |
| Luck.. Def | |
| Jam PMD | |
| Erick and | |
| Parrish Millenium | |
| Ducats Hold me down, hold me down echoes.. | |
| Uhh.. yo! | |
| I grab the mic and grip it hard like it' s my last time to shine | |
| I want the chrome and the cream so | |
| I put it down for mine | |
| Ill cat, slick talk, slang | |
| New York To break it down to straight | |
| English, what the you want? | |
| Remember me? | |
| You punk faggot crab emcee | |
| Get your shit broke in half for in around with | |
| P Aiyyo strike two, my style | |
| Brooklyn like the | |
| Zoo Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through | |
| Word is bidond, rock | |
| Esco, FUBU, and | |
| Phat Fidarm | |
| Every time | |
| I get my spit on, no doubt, | |
| I spark the gridiron | |
| I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel | |
| We keeps cool, no need for static, | |
| I strap tools | |
| Next up! EDub | |
| Yo I believe that' s me PMD | |
| Yo, get on the mic and rock the | |
| Symphony Erick Sermon | |
| Yo P! Time to rock, the sound | |
| I got, it reigns hot | |
| Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot | |
| E hustle, and muscle my way in then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin | |
| Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it | |
| Then leave them like who done it? | |
| Sucka duck, | |
| I do what | |
| I feel right now | |
| When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, " Wow!" | |
| YO! I get looks when | |
| I' m in the place | |
| That' s that nigga, makin you | |
| Smile with | |
| Scarface Uhh, | |
| It Ain' t My | |
| Fault, that my style | |
| Silkk enough to | |
| Shock ya Hit you with the fifth, blocka blocka | |
| If I get caught you can bet | |
| I' ll blow trial | |
| Be Downtown | |
| Swingin, | |
| M. O. P. style | |
| Next up! Red | |
| Yo yo it' s | |
| Funk D. O. C. EDub | |
| Yo, you' re on the mic to rock the | |
| Symphony Redman | |
| HeHAHHH! Yo yo | |
| Did you ever think you would catch a cap? | |
| Yo did you ever think you would get a slap? | |
| Yo did you ever think you would get robbed at gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the car? | |
| It' s Funk | |
| Doc, you know my name | |
| HOE My style dirty underground, or | |
| Ukraine po' | |
| When it hits you, pain pumps | |
| KoolAid, through the vein and shit | |
| Snatch the trap then | |
| I Dash like | |
| Damon did | |
| Doc, walk _ | |
| Thin Red Lines_ to shell shock | |
| Hairlock with in broads in nail shops | |
| Hydro? Got more bags than bellhops | |
| Two thousand | |
| Benz on my eight by ten | |
| PICTURE Papichu', slayin crews in | |
| ICU Battlin, usin hockey rules | |
| For Keith | |
| Murray, Doc gon' cock these tools | |
| Rollin down like dice in | |
| Yahtzee fool! | |
| I " Just Do It" like | |
| Nike, outta ' | |
| Bama with ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper! | |
| Yo next up Meth | |
| It' s the G | |
| OD Red | |
| Yo yo, get on the mic for the | |
| Symphony Method | |
| Youth on the move, payin them dues, nuttin to lose | |
| Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo' jewels | |
| Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues _ | |
| Hardcore_! | |
| To make them brothers act fool | |
| Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel sniff | |
| Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill sniff | |
| Feelin like the mack inside a | |
| Cadillac Seville screech | |
| Too ill, on cuts, the | |
| Barber of | |
| Seville figaro! | |
| The sky is fallin | |
| GERONIMO! | |
| I feel my high comin down.. | |
| LOOKOUT BE | |
| LOW! AIYYO! | |
| Dead that roach clip and spark another | |
| Chickenhawks, playin theyselves like | |
| Parker Brothers | |
| I rock for the lowclass, from | |
| Locash The brokeassed, even rock for trailer park trash | |
| Yeah yeah, the | |
| God on your block like | |
| Godzilla Yeah yeah she gave away my pussy | |
| I' ma kill her | |
| John John phenomenon, in | |
| Japan they call me | |
| Ichiban Wu | |
| Tang Clan, numba won! | |
| In the whole nine, | |
| I hold mine | |
| Keep playin with it kid, you might go blind jerkoff! | |
| them a. k. a., for now it' s just | |
| Meth That' s it, that' s all, solo, single no more no less all | |
| NEXT UP! Lady | |
| I believe that' s me all | |
| BASTARD! PMD | |
| Get on the mic and rock the | |
| Symphony Lady Luck | |
| Mrs. Stop | |
| Drop and Roll, rocks top the told | |
| Hot, even though dames is froze | |
| Pop close range at foes, and blaze them hoes | |
| Leave em with they brains exposed, and stains on clothes | |
| Y' all better change your flows, hear how | |
| Luck spittin? | |
| Stay drunkpissed in the | |
| SType, stay whippin screech | |
| When the guns spittin, duck or get hittin | |
| It' s written, we in the game but ball different | |
| Point game like | |
| Jordan, y' all play the role of | |
| Pippen Style switchin, like tight ass after stickin | |
| MAN LISTEN, stop your cryin and your bitchin | |
| Like E and | |
| P' s last C | |
| D, you' re out of business |
| zuò cí : Grinnage, Murry, Sermon, Smith ... | |
| PMD Yeh.. | |
| Erick Sermon.. | |
| EPMD.. check it EDub | |
| Redman.. Method | |
| Man.. Lady | |
| Luck.. Def | |
| Jam PMD | |
| Erick and | |
| Parrish Millenium | |
| Ducats Hold me down, hold me down echoes.. | |
| Uhh.. yo! | |
| I grab the mic and grip it hard like it' s my last time to shine | |
| I want the chrome and the cream so | |
| I put it down for mine | |
| Ill cat, slick talk, slang | |
| New York To break it down to straight | |
| English, what the you want? | |
| Remember me? | |
| You punk faggot crab emcee | |
| Get your shit broke in half for in around with | |
| P Aiyyo strike two, my style | |
| Brooklyn like the | |
| Zoo Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through | |
| Word is bidond, rock | |
| Esco, FUBU, and | |
| Phat Fidarm | |
| Every time | |
| I get my spit on, no doubt, | |
| I spark the gridiron | |
| I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel | |
| We keeps cool, no need for static, | |
| I strap tools | |
| Next up! EDub | |
| Yo I believe that' s me PMD | |
| Yo, get on the mic and rock the | |
| Symphony Erick Sermon | |
| Yo P! Time to rock, the sound | |
| I got, it reigns hot | |
| Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot | |
| E hustle, and muscle my way in then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin | |
| Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it | |
| Then leave them like who done it? | |
| Sucka duck, | |
| I do what | |
| I feel right now | |
| When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, " Wow!" | |
| YO! I get looks when | |
| I' m in the place | |
| That' s that nigga, makin you | |
| Smile with | |
| Scarface Uhh, | |
| It Ain' t My | |
| Fault, that my style | |
| Silkk enough to | |
| Shock ya Hit you with the fifth, blocka blocka | |
| If I get caught you can bet | |
| I' ll blow trial | |
| Be Downtown | |
| Swingin, | |
| M. O. P. style | |
| Next up! Red | |
| Yo yo it' s | |
| Funk D. O. C. EDub | |
| Yo, you' re on the mic to rock the | |
| Symphony Redman | |
| HeHAHHH! Yo yo | |
| Did you ever think you would catch a cap? | |
| Yo did you ever think you would get a slap? | |
| Yo did you ever think you would get robbed at gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the car? | |
| It' s Funk | |
| Doc, you know my name | |
| HOE My style dirty underground, or | |
| Ukraine po' | |
| When it hits you, pain pumps | |
| KoolAid, through the vein and shit | |
| Snatch the trap then | |
| I Dash like | |
| Damon did | |
| Doc, walk _ | |
| Thin Red Lines_ to shell shock | |
| Hairlock with in broads in nail shops | |
| Hydro? Got more bags than bellhops | |
| Two thousand | |
| Benz on my eight by ten | |
| PICTURE Papichu', slayin crews in | |
| ICU Battlin, usin hockey rules | |
| For Keith | |
| Murray, Doc gon' cock these tools | |
| Rollin down like dice in | |
| Yahtzee fool! | |
| I " Just Do It" like | |
| Nike, outta ' | |
| Bama with ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper! | |
| Yo next up Meth | |
| It' s the G | |
| OD Red | |
| Yo yo, get on the mic for the | |
| Symphony Method | |
| Youth on the move, payin them dues, nuttin to lose | |
| Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo' jewels | |
| Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues _ | |
| Hardcore_! | |
| To make them brothers act fool | |
| Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel sniff | |
| Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill sniff | |
| Feelin like the mack inside a | |
| Cadillac Seville screech | |
| Too ill, on cuts, the | |
| Barber of | |
| Seville figaro! | |
| The sky is fallin | |
| GERONIMO! | |
| I feel my high comin down.. | |
| LOOKOUT BE | |
| LOW! AIYYO! | |
| Dead that roach clip and spark another | |
| Chickenhawks, playin theyselves like | |
| Parker Brothers | |
| I rock for the lowclass, from | |
| Locash The brokeassed, even rock for trailer park trash | |
| Yeah yeah, the | |
| God on your block like | |
| Godzilla Yeah yeah she gave away my pussy | |
| I' ma kill her | |
| John John phenomenon, in | |
| Japan they call me | |
| Ichiban Wu | |
| Tang Clan, numba won! | |
| In the whole nine, | |
| I hold mine | |
| Keep playin with it kid, you might go blind jerkoff! | |
| them a. k. a., for now it' s just | |
| Meth That' s it, that' s all, solo, single no more no less all | |
| NEXT UP! Lady | |
| I believe that' s me all | |
| BASTARD! PMD | |
| Get on the mic and rock the | |
| Symphony Lady Luck | |
| Mrs. Stop | |
| Drop and Roll, rocks top the told | |
| Hot, even though dames is froze | |
| Pop close range at foes, and blaze them hoes | |
| Leave em with they brains exposed, and stains on clothes | |
| Y' all better change your flows, hear how | |
| Luck spittin? | |
| Stay drunkpissed in the | |
| SType, stay whippin screech | |
| When the guns spittin, duck or get hittin | |
| It' s written, we in the game but ball different | |
| Point game like | |
| Jordan, y' all play the role of | |
| Pippen Style switchin, like tight ass after stickin | |
| MAN LISTEN, stop your cryin and your bitchin | |
| Like E and | |
| P' s last C | |
| D, you' re out of business |
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