[{"id":2716055,"name":"Draw","trackName":"Draw","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Out Of Business","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Erick sermon]\nAnybody around here seen two-gun billy?\nI said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n\n(Ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\nWho the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)\n\n[Erick sermon]\nYou just pull a gun out on me?\nNow you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *\nNow, if any one of y'all see him\nTell him that, epmd was in town.\n\n[Parrish smith]\nDraw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors\nSpurs on my timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor\nCowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin\nQuick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin\nNice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me\nYou shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the\nBlack dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon\nDrinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin\nAnd hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room\nLike josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon\nSo amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\nTurn around and wave goodbye, to your people\nTime to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw\nFastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\nAn outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir\nTime to ride again until next time to draw\n\nTen nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\nDraw.\nGimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\nTen nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\nDraw.\nGimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n[Erick sermon]\nHah\nThose dudes quick fast to grab the mic\nFlee the scene, or see the infrared beam\nOn the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\nAnd ruin you, like I'm the bill clinton scandal\nImpeach em, then I erick can b. president\nPass a law, hardcore in the residence\nAct fool, turn shit out, no doubt\nThe hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\nAir the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\nAnd focus, or go into hypnosis\nI wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\nUp the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron posters\nMe and my dogs homey reppin\nIn case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\nForty-four caliber chrome, read it\nCan't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\nP and erick sermon is like a ruger german\nPut one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\nAny superhero we lettin em know from door\nCome correct when it's time to draw","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Draw\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Out Of Business\n  duration_ms: 202000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Erick sermon]\n  Anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n  I said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n\n  (Ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\n  Who the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)\n\n  [Erick sermon]\n  You just pull a gun out on me?\n  Now you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *\n  Now, if any one of y'all see him\n  Tell him that, epmd was in town.\n\n  [Parrish smith]\n  Draw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors\n  Spurs on my timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor\n  Cowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin\n  Quick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin\n  Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me\n  You shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the\n  Black dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon\n  Drinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin\n  And hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room\n  Like josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon\n  So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\n  Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people\n  Time to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw\n  Fastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\n  An outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir\n  Time to ride again until next time to draw\n\n  Ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\n  Draw.\n  Gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n  Ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\n  Draw.\n  Gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n  [Erick sermon]\n  Hah\n  Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic\n  Flee the scene, or see the infrared beam\n  On the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\n  And ruin you, like I'm the bill clinton scandal\n  Impeach em, then I erick can b. president\n  Pass a law, hardcore in the residence\n  Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt\n  The hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\n  Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\n  And focus, or go into hypnosis\n  I wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\n  Up the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron posters\n  Me and my dogs homey reppin\n  In case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\n  Forty-four caliber chrome, read it\n  Can't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\n  P and erick sermon is like a ruger german\n  Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\n  Any superhero we lettin em know from door\n  Come correct when it's time to draw\n"},{"id":2716054,"name":"Draw","trackName":"Draw","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Out Of Business (Clean)","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Erick sermon]\nAnybody around here seen two-gun billy?\nI said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n\n(Ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\nWho the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)\n\n[Erick sermon]\nYou just pull a gun out on me?\nNow you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *\nNow, if any one of y'all see him\nTell him that, epmd was in town.\n\n[Parrish smith]\nDraw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors\nSpurs on my timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor\nCowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin\nQuick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin\nNice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me\nYou shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the\nBlack dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon\nDrinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin\nAnd hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room\nLike josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon\nSo amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\nTurn around and wave goodbye, to your people\nTime to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw\nFastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\nAn outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir\nTime to ride again until next time to draw\n\nTen nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\nDraw.\nGimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\nTen nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\nDraw.\nGimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n[Erick sermon]\nHah\nThose dudes quick fast to grab the mic\nFlee the scene, or see the infrared beam\nOn the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\nAnd ruin you, like I'm the bill clinton scandal\nImpeach em, then I erick can b. president\nPass a law, hardcore in the residence\nAct fool, turn shit out, no doubt\nThe hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\nAir the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\nAnd focus, or go into hypnosis\nI wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\nUp the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron posters\nMe and my dogs homey reppin\nIn case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\nForty-four caliber chrome, read it\nCan't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\nP and erick sermon is like a ruger german\nPut one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\nAny superhero we lettin em know from door\nCome correct when it's time to draw","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Draw\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Out Of Business (Clean)\n  duration_ms: 202000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Erick sermon]\n  Anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n  I said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n\n  (Ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\n  Who the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)\n\n  [Erick sermon]\n  You just pull a gun out on me?\n  Now you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *\n  Now, if any one of y'all see him\n  Tell him that, epmd was in town.\n\n  [Parrish smith]\n  Draw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors\n  Spurs on my timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor\n  Cowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin\n  Quick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin\n  Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me\n  You shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the\n  Black dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon\n  Drinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin\n  And hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room\n  Like josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon\n  So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\n  Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people\n  Time to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw\n  Fastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\n  An outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir\n  Time to ride again until next time to draw\n\n  Ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\n  Draw.\n  Gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n  Ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\n  Draw.\n  Gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n  [Erick sermon]\n  Hah\n  Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic\n  Flee the scene, or see the infrared beam\n  On the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\n  And ruin you, like I'm the bill clinton scandal\n  Impeach em, then I erick can b. president\n  Pass a law, hardcore in the residence\n  Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt\n  The hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\n  Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\n  And focus, or go into hypnosis\n  I wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\n  Up the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron posters\n  Me and my dogs homey reppin\n  In case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\n  Forty-four caliber chrome, read it\n  Can't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\n  P and erick sermon is like a ruger german\n  Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\n  Any superhero we lettin em know from door\n  Come correct when it's time to draw\n"},{"id":30194749,"name":"Draw","trackName":"Draw","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Out of Business [Limited Edition] Disc 1","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Erick sermon]\nAnybody around here seen two-gun billy?\nI said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n\n(Ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\nWho the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)\n\n[Erick sermon]\nYou just pull a gun out on me?\nNow you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *\nNow, if any one of y'all see him\nTell him that, epmd was in town.\n\n[Parrish smith]\nDraw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors\nSpurs on my timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor\nCowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin\nQuick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin\nNice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me\nYou shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the\nBlack dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon\nDrinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin\nAnd hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room\nLike josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon\nSo amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\nTurn around and wave goodbye, to your people\nTime to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw\nFastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\nAn outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir\nTime to ride again until next time to draw\n\nTen nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\nDraw.\nGimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\nTen nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\nDraw.\nGimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n[Erick sermon]\nHah\nThose dudes quick fast to grab the mic\nFlee the scene, or see the infrared beam\nOn the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\nAnd ruin you, like I'm the bill clinton scandal\nImpeach em, then I erick can b. president\nPass a law, hardcore in the residence\nAct fool, turn shit out, no doubt\nThe hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\nAir the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\nAnd focus, or go into hypnosis\nI wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\nUp the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron posters\nMe and my dogs homey reppin\nIn case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\nForty-four caliber chrome, read it\nCan't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\nP and erick sermon is like a ruger german\nPut one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\nAny superhero we lettin em know from door\nCome correct when it's time to draw","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Draw\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Out of Business [Limited Edition] Disc 1\n  duration_ms: 202000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Erick sermon]\n  Anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n  I said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n\n  (Ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\n  Who the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)\n\n  [Erick sermon]\n  You just pull a gun out on me?\n  Now you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *\n  Now, if any one of y'all see him\n  Tell him that, epmd was in town.\n\n  [Parrish smith]\n  Draw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors\n  Spurs on my timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor\n  Cowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin\n  Quick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin\n  Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me\n  You shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the\n  Black dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon\n  Drinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin\n  And hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room\n  Like josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon\n  So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\n  Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people\n  Time to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw\n  Fastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\n  An outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir\n  Time to ride again until next time to draw\n\n  Ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\n  Draw.\n  Gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n  Ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\n  Draw.\n  Gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n  [Erick sermon]\n  Hah\n  Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic\n  Flee the scene, or see the infrared beam\n  On the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\n  And ruin you, like I'm the bill clinton scandal\n  Impeach em, then I erick can b. president\n  Pass a law, hardcore in the residence\n  Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt\n  The hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\n  Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\n  And focus, or go into hypnosis\n  I wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\n  Up the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron posters\n  Me and my dogs homey reppin\n  In case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\n  Forty-four caliber chrome, read it\n  Can't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\n  P and erick sermon is like a ruger german\n  Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\n  Any superhero we lettin em know from door\n  Come correct when it's time to draw\n"},{"id":18941672,"name":"Draw","trackName":"Draw","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Out of Business","duration":110.2335,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Erick sermon]\nAnybody around here seen two-gun billy?\nI said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n\n(Ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\nWho the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)\n\n[Erick sermon]\nYou just pull a gun out on me?\nNow you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *\nNow, if any one of y'all see him\nTell him that, epmd was in town.\n\n[Parrish smith]\nDraw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors\nSpurs on my timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor\nCowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin\nQuick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin\nNice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me\nYou shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the\nBlack dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon\nDrinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin\nAnd hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room\nLike josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon\nSo amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\nTurn around and wave goodbye, to your people\nTime to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw\nFastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\nAn outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir\nTime to ride again until next time to draw\n\nTen nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\nDraw.\nGimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\nTen nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\nDraw.\nGimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n[Erick sermon]\nHah\nThose dudes quick fast to grab the mic\nFlee the scene, or see the infrared beam\nOn the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\nAnd ruin you, like I'm the bill clinton scandal\nImpeach em, then I erick can b. president\nPass a law, hardcore in the residence\nAct fool, turn shit out, no doubt\nThe hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\nAir the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\nAnd focus, or go into hypnosis\nI wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\nUp the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron posters\nMe and my dogs homey reppin\nIn case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\nForty-four caliber chrome, read it\nCan't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\nP and erick sermon is like a ruger german\nPut one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\nAny superhero we lettin em know from door\nCome correct when it's time to draw","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Draw\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Out of Business\n  duration_ms: 110234\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Erick sermon]\n  Anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n  I said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n\n  (Ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\n  Who the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)\n\n  [Erick sermon]\n  You just pull a gun out on me?\n  Now you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *\n  Now, if any one of y'all see him\n  Tell him that, epmd was in town.\n\n  [Parrish smith]\n  Draw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors\n  Spurs on my timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor\n  Cowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin\n  Quick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin\n  Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me\n  You shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the\n  Black dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon\n  Drinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin\n  And hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room\n  Like josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon\n  So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\n  Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people\n  Time to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw\n  Fastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\n  An outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir\n  Time to ride again until next time to draw\n\n  Ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\n  Draw.\n  Gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n  Ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\n  Draw.\n  Gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n  [Erick sermon]\n  Hah\n  Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic\n  Flee the scene, or see the infrared beam\n  On the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\n  And ruin you, like I'm the bill clinton scandal\n  Impeach em, then I erick can b. president\n  Pass a law, hardcore in the residence\n  Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt\n  The hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\n  Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\n  And focus, or go into hypnosis\n  I wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\n  Up the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron posters\n  Me and my dogs homey reppin\n  In case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\n  Forty-four caliber chrome, read it\n  Can't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\n  P and erick sermon is like a ruger german\n  Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\n  Any superhero we lettin em know from door\n  Come correct when it's time to draw\n"},{"id":20362787,"name":"Draw","trackName":"Draw","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Out Of Business (Double Limited Edition) (Deluxe Edition)","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Erick Sermon]\nAnybody around here seen two-gun billy?\nI said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n(ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\nWho the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn Yankee?)\n[Erick Sermon]\nYou just pull a gun out on me?\nNow you know you done fucked up right?\nNow, if any one of y'all see him\nTell him that, EPMD was in town\n[Parrish Smith]\nDraw, cock it back, squeezing metaphors\nSpurs on my Timb's, when I start blazing, hit the floor\nCowards ducking, I'm emptying chambers when I'm busting\nQuick with mine, smoking up heaters, when I'm crushing\nNice with the weapontry, you ain't shooting me\nYou shot the deputy what you hearing when you step with the\nBlack dragon, puffin L's in the truck wagon\nDrinking moonshine, writing rhymes with the pants sagging\nAnd hit the saloon, causing the guns in my holster to make room\nLike Josie wale and Clint Eastwood at high noon\nSo amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\nTurn around and wave goodbye, to your people\nTime to draw, I'm aiming for your dome and jaw\nFastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\nAn outlaw, my horse drinking water from the reservoir\nTime to ride again until next time to draw\n\"ten nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door\"\nDraw\n\"gimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone\"\n\"ten nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door\"\nDraw\n\"gimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone\"\n[Erick Sermon]\nThose dudes quick fast to grab the mic\nFlee the scene, or see the infrared beam\nOn the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\nAnd ruin you, like I'm the Bill Clinton scandal\nImpeach em, then I Erick can b. president\nPass a law, hardcore in the residence\nAct fool, turn shit out, no doubt\nThe hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\nAir the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\nAnd focus, or go into hypnosis\nI wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\nUp the top with the street team hanging out, hanging squadron posters\nMe and my dogs homey repping\nIn case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\nForty-four caliber chrome, read it\nCan't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\nP and Erick Sermon is like a rugger German\nPut one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\nAny superhero we letting em know from door\nCome correct when it's time to draw","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Draw\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Out Of Business (Double Limited Edition) (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 202000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Erick Sermon]\n  Anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n  I said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n  (ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\n  Who the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn Yankee?)\n  [Erick Sermon]\n  You just pull a gun out on me?\n  Now you know you done fucked up right?\n  Now, if any one of y'all see him\n  Tell him that, EPMD was in town\n  [Parrish Smith]\n  Draw, cock it back, squeezing metaphors\n  Spurs on my Timb's, when I start blazing, hit the floor\n  Cowards ducking, I'm emptying chambers when I'm busting\n  Quick with mine, smoking up heaters, when I'm crushing\n  Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shooting me\n  You shot the deputy what you hearing when you step with the\n  Black dragon, puffin L's in the truck wagon\n  Drinking moonshine, writing rhymes with the pants sagging\n  And hit the saloon, causing the guns in my holster to make room\n  Like Josie wale and Clint Eastwood at high noon\n  So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\n  Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people\n  Time to draw, I'm aiming for your dome and jaw\n  Fastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\n  An outlaw, my horse drinking water from the reservoir\n  Time to ride again until next time to draw\n  \"ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door\"\n  Draw\n  \"gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone\"\n  \"ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door\"\n  Draw\n  \"gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone\"\n  [Erick Sermon]\n  Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic\n  Flee the scene, or see the infrared beam\n  On the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\n  And ruin you, like I'm the Bill Clinton scandal\n  Impeach em, then I Erick can b. president\n  Pass a law, hardcore in the residence\n  Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt\n  The hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\n  Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\n  And focus, or go into hypnosis\n  I wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\n  Up the top with the street team hanging out, hanging squadron posters\n  Me and my dogs homey repping\n  In case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\n  Forty-four caliber chrome, read it\n  Can't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\n  P and Erick Sermon is like a rugger German\n  Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\n  Any superhero we letting em know from door\n  Come correct when it's time to draw\n"},{"id":15596574,"name":"Draw","trackName":"Draw","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Out Of Business (Deluxe Edition)","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[erick sermon]\nAnybody around here seen two-gun billy?\nI said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n\n(ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\nWho the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)\n\n[erick sermon]\nYou just pull a gun out on me?\nNow you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *\nNow, if any one of y'all see him\nTell him that, epmd was in town.\n\n[parrish smith]\nDraw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors\nSpurs on my timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor\nCowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin\nQuick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin\nNice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me\nYou shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the\nBlack dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon\nDrinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin\nAnd hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room\nLike josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon\nSo amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\nTurn around and wave goodbye, to your people\nTime to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw\nFastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\nAn outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir\nTime to ride again until next time to draw\n\nTen nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\nDraw.\nGimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\nTen nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\nDraw.\nGimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n[erick sermon]\nHah\nThose dudes quick fast to grab the mic\nFlee the scene, or see the infrared beam\nOn the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\nAnd ruin you, like I'm the bill clinton scandal\nImpeach em, then I erick can b. president\nPass a law, hardcore in the residence\nAct fool, turn shit out, no doubt\nThe hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\nAir the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\nAnd focus, or go into hypnosis\nI wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\nUp the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron posters\nMe and my dogs homey reppin\nIn case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\nForty-four caliber chrome, read it\nCan't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\nP and erick sermon is like a ruger german\nPut one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\nAny superhero we lettin em know from door\nCome correct when it's time to draw","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Draw\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Out Of Business (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 202000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [erick sermon]\n  Anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n  I said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n\n  (ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\n  Who the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)\n\n  [erick sermon]\n  You just pull a gun out on me?\n  Now you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *\n  Now, if any one of y'all see him\n  Tell him that, epmd was in town.\n\n  [parrish smith]\n  Draw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors\n  Spurs on my timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor\n  Cowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin\n  Quick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin\n  Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me\n  You shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the\n  Black dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon\n  Drinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin\n  And hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room\n  Like josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon\n  So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\n  Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people\n  Time to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw\n  Fastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\n  An outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir\n  Time to ride again until next time to draw\n\n  Ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\n  Draw.\n  Gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n  Ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\n  Draw.\n  Gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n  [erick sermon]\n  Hah\n  Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic\n  Flee the scene, or see the infrared beam\n  On the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\n  And ruin you, like I'm the bill clinton scandal\n  Impeach em, then I erick can b. president\n  Pass a law, hardcore in the residence\n  Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt\n  The hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\n  Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\n  And focus, or go into hypnosis\n  I wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\n  Up the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron posters\n  Me and my dogs homey reppin\n  In case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\n  Forty-four caliber chrome, read it\n  Can't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\n  P and erick sermon is like a ruger german\n  Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\n  Any superhero we lettin em know from door\n  Come correct when it's time to draw\n"},{"id":22123080,"name":"Draw","trackName":"Draw","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Out of Business Disc 1","duration":202.318367,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Erick sermon]\nAnybody around here seen two-gun billy?\nI said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n\n(Ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\nWho the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)\n\n[Erick sermon]\nYou just pull a gun out on me?\nNow you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *\nNow, if any one of y'all see him\nTell him that, epmd was in town.\n\n[Parrish smith]\nDraw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors\nSpurs on my timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor\nCowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin\nQuick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin\nNice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me\nYou shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the\nBlack dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon\nDrinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin\nAnd hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room\nLike josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon\nSo amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\nTurn around and wave goodbye, to your people\nTime to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw\nFastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\nAn outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir\nTime to ride again until next time to draw\n\nTen nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\nDraw.\nGimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\nTen nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\nDraw.\nGimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n[Erick sermon]\nHah\nThose dudes quick fast to grab the mic\nFlee the scene, or see the infrared beam\nOn the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\nAnd ruin you, like I'm the bill clinton scandal\nImpeach em, then I erick can b. president\nPass a law, hardcore in the residence\nAct fool, turn shit out, no doubt\nThe hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\nAir the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\nAnd focus, or go into hypnosis\nI wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\nUp the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron posters\nMe and my dogs homey reppin\nIn case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\nForty-four caliber chrome, read it\nCan't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\nP and erick sermon is like a ruger german\nPut one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\nAny superhero we lettin em know from door\nCome correct when it's time to draw","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Draw\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Out of Business Disc 1\n  duration_ms: 202318\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Erick sermon]\n  Anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n  I said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n\n  (Ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\n  Who the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)\n\n  [Erick sermon]\n  You just pull a gun out on me?\n  Now you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *\n  Now, if any one of y'all see him\n  Tell him that, epmd was in town.\n\n  [Parrish smith]\n  Draw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors\n  Spurs on my timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor\n  Cowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin\n  Quick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin\n  Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me\n  You shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the\n  Black dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon\n  Drinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin\n  And hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room\n  Like josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon\n  So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\n  Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people\n  Time to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw\n  Fastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\n  An outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir\n  Time to ride again until next time to draw\n\n  Ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\n  Draw.\n  Gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n  Ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\n  Draw.\n  Gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n  [Erick sermon]\n  Hah\n  Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic\n  Flee the scene, or see the infrared beam\n  On the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\n  And ruin you, like I'm the bill clinton scandal\n  Impeach em, then I erick can b. president\n  Pass a law, hardcore in the residence\n  Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt\n  The hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\n  Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\n  And focus, or go into hypnosis\n  I wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\n  Up the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron posters\n  Me and my dogs homey reppin\n  In case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\n  Forty-four caliber chrome, read it\n  Can't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\n  P and erick sermon is like a ruger german\n  Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\n  Any superhero we lettin em know from door\n  Come correct when it's time to draw\n"},{"id":36696232,"name":"Draw","trackName":"Draw","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Out Of Business [Limited Edition]","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Erick sermon]\nAnybody around here seen two-gun billy?\nI said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n\n(Ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\nWho the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)\n\n[Erick sermon]\nYou just pull a gun out on me?\nNow you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *\nNow, if any one of y'all see him\nTell him that, epmd was in town.\n\n[Parrish smith]\nDraw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors\nSpurs on my timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor\nCowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin\nQuick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin\nNice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me\nYou shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the\nBlack dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon\nDrinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin\nAnd hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room\nLike josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon\nSo amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\nTurn around and wave goodbye, to your people\nTime to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw\nFastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\nAn outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir\nTime to ride again until next time to draw\n\nTen nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\nDraw.\nGimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\nTen nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\nDraw.\nGimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n[Erick sermon]\nHah\nThose dudes quick fast to grab the mic\nFlee the scene, or see the infrared beam\nOn the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\nAnd ruin you, like I'm the bill clinton scandal\nImpeach em, then I erick can b. president\nPass a law, hardcore in the residence\nAct fool, turn shit out, no doubt\nThe hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\nAir the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\nAnd focus, or go into hypnosis\nI wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\nUp the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron posters\nMe and my dogs homey reppin\nIn case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\nForty-four caliber chrome, read it\nCan't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\nP and erick sermon is like a ruger german\nPut one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\nAny superhero we lettin em know from door\nCome correct when it's time to draw","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Draw\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Out Of Business [Limited Edition]\n  duration_ms: 202000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Erick sermon]\n  Anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n  I said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n\n  (Ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\n  Who the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)\n\n  [Erick sermon]\n  You just pull a gun out on me?\n  Now you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *\n  Now, if any one of y'all see him\n  Tell him that, epmd was in town.\n\n  [Parrish smith]\n  Draw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors\n  Spurs on my timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor\n  Cowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin\n  Quick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin\n  Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me\n  You shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the\n  Black dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon\n  Drinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin\n  And hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room\n  Like josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon\n  So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\n  Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people\n  Time to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw\n  Fastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\n  An outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir\n  Time to ride again until next time to draw\n\n  Ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\n  Draw.\n  Gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n  Ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\n  Draw.\n  Gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n  [Erick sermon]\n  Hah\n  Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic\n  Flee the scene, or see the infrared beam\n  On the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\n  And ruin you, like I'm the bill clinton scandal\n  Impeach em, then I erick can b. president\n  Pass a law, hardcore in the residence\n  Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt\n  The hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\n  Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\n  And focus, or go into hypnosis\n  I wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\n  Up the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron posters\n  Me and my dogs homey reppin\n  In case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\n  Forty-four caliber chrome, read it\n  Can't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\n  P and erick sermon is like a ruger german\n  Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\n  Any superhero we lettin em know from door\n  Come correct when it's time to draw\n"},{"id":27180676,"name":"Draw","trackName":"Draw","artistName":"Epmd","albumName":"Out Of Business (Double Limited Edition)","duration":202.318367,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Erick sermon]\nAnybody around here seen two-gun billy?\nI said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n\n(Ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\nWho the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)\n\n[Erick sermon]\nYou just pull a gun out on me?\nNow you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *\nNow, if any one of y'all see him\nTell him that, epmd was in town.\n\n[Parrish smith]\nDraw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors\nSpurs on my timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor\nCowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin\nQuick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin\nNice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me\nYou shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the\nBlack dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon\nDrinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin\nAnd hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room\nLike josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon\nSo amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\nTurn around and wave goodbye, to your people\nTime to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw\nFastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\nAn outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir\nTime to ride again until next time to draw\n\nTen nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\nDraw.\nGimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\nTen nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\nDraw.\nGimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n[Erick sermon]\nHah\nThose dudes quick fast to grab the mic\nFlee the scene, or see the infrared beam\nOn the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\nAnd ruin you, like I'm the bill clinton scandal\nImpeach em, then I erick can b. president\nPass a law, hardcore in the residence\nAct fool, turn shit out, no doubt\nThe hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\nAir the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\nAnd focus, or go into hypnosis\nI wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\nUp the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron posters\nMe and my dogs homey reppin\nIn case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\nForty-four caliber chrome, read it\nCan't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\nP and erick sermon is like a ruger german\nPut one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\nAny superhero we lettin em know from door\nCome correct when it's time to draw","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Draw\n  artist: Epmd\n  album: Out Of Business (Double Limited Edition)\n  duration_ms: 202318\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Erick sermon]\n  Anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n  I said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n\n  (Ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\n  Who the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)\n\n  [Erick sermon]\n  You just pull a gun out on me?\n  Now you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *\n  Now, if any one of y'all see him\n  Tell him that, epmd was in town.\n\n  [Parrish smith]\n  Draw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors\n  Spurs on my timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor\n  Cowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin\n  Quick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin\n  Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me\n  You shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the\n  Black dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon\n  Drinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin\n  And hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room\n  Like josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon\n  So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\n  Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people\n  Time to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw\n  Fastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\n  An outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir\n  Time to ride again until next time to draw\n\n  Ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\n  Draw.\n  Gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n  Ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\n  Draw.\n  Gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n  [Erick sermon]\n  Hah\n  Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic\n  Flee the scene, or see the infrared beam\n  On the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\n  And ruin you, like I'm the bill clinton scandal\n  Impeach em, then I erick can b. president\n  Pass a law, hardcore in the residence\n  Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt\n  The hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\n  Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\n  And focus, or go into hypnosis\n  I wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\n  Up the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron posters\n  Me and my dogs homey reppin\n  In case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\n  Forty-four caliber chrome, read it\n  Can't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\n  P and erick sermon is like a ruger german\n  Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\n  Any superhero we lettin em know from door\n  Come correct when it's time to draw\n"},{"id":13792740,"name":"9 - Draw","trackName":"9 - Draw","artistName":"EPMD","albumName":"Out Of Business","duration":202.323667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[erick sermon]\nAnybody around here seen two-gun billy?\nI said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n\n(ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\nWho the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)\n\n[erick sermon]\nYou just pull a gun out on me?\nNow you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *\nNow, if any one of y'all see him\nTell him that, epmd was in town.\n\n[parrish smith]\nDraw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors\nSpurs on my timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor\nCowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin\nQuick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin\nNice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me\nYou shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the\nBlack dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon\nDrinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin\nAnd hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room\nLike josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon\nSo amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\nTurn around and wave goodbye, to your people\nTime to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw\nFastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\nAn outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir\nTime to ride again until next time to draw\n\nTen nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\nDraw.\nGimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\nTen nine eight seven six five four\nThree two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\nDraw.\nGimme that microphone\nI'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n[erick sermon]\nHah\nThose dudes quick fast to grab the mic\nFlee the scene, or see the infrared beam\nOn the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\nAnd ruin you, like I'm the bill clinton scandal\nImpeach em, then I erick can b. president\nPass a law, hardcore in the residence\nAct fool, turn shit out, no doubt\nThe hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\nAir the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\nAnd focus, or go into hypnosis\nI wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\nUp the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron posters\nMe and my dogs homey reppin\nIn case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\nForty-four caliber chrome, read it\nCan't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\nP and erick sermon is like a ruger german\nPut one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\nAny superhero we lettin em know from door\nCome correct when it's time to draw","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 9 - Draw\n  artist: EPMD\n  album: Out Of Business\n  duration_ms: 202324\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [erick sermon]\n  Anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n  I said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy?\n\n  (ain't no two-gun billy 'round here\n  Who the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn yankee?)\n\n  [erick sermon]\n  You just pull a gun out on me?\n  Now you know you done fucked up right? * five gunshots *\n  Now, if any one of y'all see him\n  Tell him that, epmd was in town.\n\n  [parrish smith]\n  Draw, cock it back, squeezin metaphors\n  Spurs on my timb's, when I start blazin, hit the floor\n  Cowards duckin, I'm emptyin chambers when I'm bustin\n  Quick with mine, smokin up heaters, when I'm crushin\n  Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin me\n  You shot the deputy (ahhhhh) what you hearin when you step with the\n  Black dragon, puffin l's in the truck wagon\n  Drinkin moonshine, writin rhymes with the pants saggin\n  And hit the saloon, causin the guns in my holster to make room\n  Like josie wale and clint eastwood at high noon\n  So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow\n  Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people\n  Time to draw, I'm aimin for your dome and jaw\n  Fastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw\n  An outlaw, my horse drinkin water from the resevoir\n  Time to ride again until next time to draw\n\n  Ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\n  Draw.\n  Gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n  Ten nine eight seven six five four\n  Three two murder one lyric at your door -> method man\n\n  Draw.\n  Gimme that microphone\n  I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone -> cool j\n\n  [erick sermon]\n  Hah\n  Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic\n  Flee the scene, or see the infrared beam\n  On the mic I dismantle, leave an impression\n  And ruin you, like I'm the bill clinton scandal\n  Impeach em, then I erick can b. president\n  Pass a law, hardcore in the residence\n  Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt\n  The hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout\n  Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out\n  And focus, or go into hypnosis\n  I wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?)\n  Up the top with the street team hangin out, hangin squadron posters\n  Me and my dogs homey reppin\n  In case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon\n  Forty-four caliber chrome, read it\n  Can't count ten paces, I'm already heated it\n  P and erick sermon is like a ruger german\n  Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em\n  Any superhero we lettin em know from door\n  Come correct when it's time to draw\n"}]