EPMD - Draw Lyrics

Anybody around here seen Two Gun Billy?
I said, did anybody around here seen Two Gun Billy?
Ain't no Two Gun Billy 'round here
Who the hell you think you are comin' up in here ya damn Yankee?
You just pull a gun out on me?
Now you know you done fucked up right?
Now if any one of y'all see him
Tell him that E P M D was in town

Draw, cock it back, squeezin' metaphors
Spurs on my Timb's, when I start blazin', hit the floor
Cowards duckin', I'm emptyin' chambers when I'm bustin'
Quick with mine, smokin' up heaters, when I'm crushin'
Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shootin' me, you shot the deputy
(Ahh)
What you hearin' when you step with the
Black dragon, puffin' L's in the truck wagon
Drinkin' moonshine, writin' rhymes with the pants saggin'

And hit the saloon, causin' the guns in my holster to make room
Like Josie Wale and Clint Eastwood at High Noon
So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow
Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people
Time to draw, I'm aimin' for your dome and jaw
Fastest nigga in the wild West or East you ever saw
An outlaw, my horse drinkin' water from the reservoir
Time to ride again until next time to draw

"Ten nine eight seven six five four
Three two murder one lyric at your door"
Draw, draw
"Gimme that microphone
I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone"
"Ten nine eight seven six five four
Three two murder one lyric at your door"
Draw, draw
"Gimme that microphone
I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone"

Hah
Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic
Flee the scene, or see the infrared beam
On the mic I dismantle, leave an impression
And ruin you, like I'm the Bill Clinton scandal
Impeach 'em, then I Erick can B. President
Pass a law, hardcore in the residence
Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt
The hard route and watch all the B-boys sprout
Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out
And focus, or go into hypnosis

I wasn't here when I wrote this
(Where was you?)
Up the top with the street team hangin' out, hangin' Squadron posters
Me and my dogs homey reppin'
In case some punks roll up, yo P, flash the weapon
Forty-four caliber chrome, read it
Can't count ten paces, I'm already heated
P and Erick Sermon is like a Ruger German
Put one up in your sternum, gun 'em down and burn 'em
Any superhero we lettin' 'em know from door
Come correct when it's time to draw