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Last Man Standing
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
EPMD
EPMD
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Composer
Barry White
Barry White
Composer
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Composer
Kejuan Waliek Muchita
Kejuan Waliek Muchita
Composer
W. Seastrunk
W. Seastrunk
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
EPMD
EPMD
Producer

Lyrics

The year is 2000. all the real motherfuckers left Pmd, def squad & hit squad and the virus I'll tell you who I be (check it) This is erick sermon, one of god's children of billions With more hype than williams Maintain millions so when the world get close to ending My squad prepare for squad spending, I ain't begot no weapon I'm lyin, get caught off guard I'm firin Until I hear sirens, I'm gone with the wind A black clark gable, doin 90 in the lexus sport a fat cable Never hold nothing back, I get the stress of my chest Fell this so all the envious hear this I catch wreck any punk in my way I'm banded (why e?) Cause I'm the last man standin Whatever it takes how ever it gots to go down 4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound P of mobb deep: hell on earth Last man standing Whatever it takes how ever it gots to go down 4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound P of mobb deep: hell on earth Last man standing Yeah, yo snap that neck, not playing with a full deck Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my johnson Where my tools kept, who I be? the code name pmd Causialty to an mc who try to fuck wiht p, or e-dub Catch the burner with the snub, no love A tight defence, like the glove, so bring it Any song we drop I bet you sing it Check the logo and slip up and get creamed kid My pen is registered like bruce lee on loose leaf My crew be, timped down puffing looseys Drop the slick shit, nigga wanna get with Swiss smith, street cat strap? Whatever it takes how ever it gots to go down 4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound P of mobb deep: hell on earth Last man standing Whatever it takes how ever it gots to go down 4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound P of mobb deep: hell on earth Last man standing Black the ripper, by barracks, cold like anemic Believe it, it takes years for y'all to achieve it Cause I'm a go getter, I get the loot, I get the cash The blunt, the weed, the hash And then white with my friends in the benz Smoke fill the car until I blind my lens I lock down my statis, I be the baddest Yes the one that get you open the most outspoken Shogun assassin, chinesse connection, ninja maskin We turnin to gravity, b-boy with the pants saggin Ain't no stoppin, on the case like johnny cochran The beats knockin, mock speed is what I'm clockin With erick serm, mess with fire you get burned Like a bad perm it's the return that niggas yearn What, pmd and the bandit, never stranded Bust a canon, cause it's the last man standin Whatever it takes how ever it gots to go down 4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound P of mobb deep: hell on earth Last man standing Whatever it takes how ever it gots to go down 4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound P of mobb deep: hell on earth Last man standing
Writer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Erick S. Sermon, Barry White, Parrish J. Smith, Willie Seastruck Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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