Lyrics Intrigued - EPMD
Hit
the
floor
tuck
and
roll
E's
on
fire
I'm
your
motherfucker
but
not
Jerry
Maguire
I'm
the
dark
skinned
packin'
Mac
10
who
get
busy
Effective
puttin'
shit
in
the
proper
perspective
Strapped
with
the
gat
bustin'
caps
across
the
map
Yo
the
crew's
back
royalties
and
ASCAP,
yeah
I'm
six
two
fat
went
with
the
chrome
shoe
Diamond
and
jewels
estates
with
the
swimmin'
pools
And
the
sauna,
piggedy-puffin'
on
some
marijuana
From
Tiajuana,
miggedy-mess
around
and
youse
a
goner
I
stash
the
cash
don't
flash
the
cash
what?
You
figgedy-front
on
this
kid
I
smash
that
ass
Chiggedy-check
the
one
two-er,
bringin'
it
from
the
sewer
to
the
land
Cross
the
burnin'
sand,
biggedy
Back
to
Business
with
my
miggidy-man
Got
plans
to
blow,
solidifyin
all
positions
in
the
game
Like
coalition,
stiggedy-stop
look
and
listen
To
the
hot
shit,
I'm
the
Tale
of
that
Bronx
shit
Call
me
Sonny,
with
pounds
of
money
Bringin'
raw
music,
call
my
style
swoosh
Please
say,
"Mister"
when
you
introduce
me
Yeah
uh,
EPMD
and
Das
EFX,
time
to
flex
Like
Funkmaster,
Back
to
Business
in
your
tape
deck
Steel,
I
hold
it,
put
it
together
blindfolded
Hangin'
upside
down,
bust
it,
then
reload
it
Yo,
I'm
comin'
up
from
Virginia,
on
the
linear
Havin
dinner
y'all,
with
this
dimepiece
named
Levinia
Cellular
ringin',
it's
Books
how
ya
livin'
Fat
like
Thanksgiving,
drop
some
shit
like
a
pigeon
Yo,
the
boogie
banger,
biggedy-black
Rover
to
Ranger
Danger,
I'm
iggidy-off
the
planet
like
Kramer
My
iggidy-anger,
slaughter,
iggidy-out
of
order
Split
your
monkey
ass
in
half
like
Moses
split
the
wiggidy-water
You
intrigued
by
the
way,
we
do
our
thing
Do
what?
Pick
up
the
mic,
hot,
and
make
you
swing
Say
what?
Pick
up
the
mic,
hot,
and
make
it
swing
Yo,
cold
wax
and
tax
MC's
who
tend
to
act
ill
You
intrigued
by
the
way,
we
do
our
thing
Do
what?
Pick
up
the
mic,
hot,
and
make
you
swing
Say
what?
Pick
up
the
mic,
hot,
and
make
it
swing
Yo,
cold
wax
and
tax
MC's
who
tend
to
act
ill
Any
hype,
out
the
door,
kill
it
Anything
the
Squadron
wants,
uhh
bill
it
E
P
M
D
out
the
box
we
be
rockin'
We
hold
the
title,
like
priests
hold
the
bible
God
bless,
to
any
MC
who
wanna
test
Survival
of
the
fittest,
fuck
it
life
or
death
With
will
manuevers,
rapper
slash
producer
Puttin;
it
down
with
E-Dub,
in
the
sewer
Some
riggidy-real
thugs,
sex
hip-hop
and
drugs
Liggidy-left
burnt
rugs,
drinkin'
beers
out
of
gold
mugs
Slugs
in
the
barrel,
on
name
brand
apparel
Briggidy-bringin'
drama
like
John
Travolta
in
Arrow
But
niggidy-no
need
for
that,
Smith
squeeze
the
gat
Ease
'em
back,
or
niggaz
gon'
biggidy-bleed,
in
fact
It's
wiggidy
wild
shine
like
the
head,
of
Golden
Child
Corrupt
styles,
sinister
smile,
we
takin'
bails
to
trial
You
intrigued
by
the
way,
we
do
our
thing
Do
what?
Pick
up
the
mic,
hot,
and
make
you
swing
Say
what?
Pick
up
the
mic,
hot,
and
make
it
swing
Yo,
cold
wax
and
tax
MC's
who
tend
to
act
ill
You
intrigued
by
the
way,
we
do
our
thing
Do
what?
Pick
up
the
mic,
hot,
and
make
you
swing
Say
what?
Pick
up
the
mic,
hot,
and
make
it
swing
Yo,
cold
wax
and
tax
MC's
who
tend
to
act
ill
1 Intro
2 Richter Scale
3 Da Joint
4 Never Seen Before
5 Skit
6 Intrigued
7 Last Man Standing
8 Get Wit This
9 Do It Again
10 Apollo Interlude
11 You Gots 2 Chill '97
12 Put On
13 K.I.M.
14 K.I.M.
15 Dungeon Master
16 Jane 5
17 Never Seen Before (Remix)
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