Percee P, Quasimoto - Raw Heat lyrics

Big Perce, keepin it hot
Raw heat, cause a nigga gotta eat
It ain't funny when a nigga gotta get money
A nigga still doin this cause we hungry
Step into the spot
Ladies drop it like it's hot
Reppin the block
Make the brothers pop their knots
It ain't funny when a nigga gotta get money
A nigga still doin this cause we hungry

Copycats is done when tracks are done and
My style of rap is sung
At the maximum, it collapse your lungs
I'm dead up, nigga batter up, you outta luck
I scatter ducks with shit that'll
Fuck yo' head up
Figure you fuckin with-a, bigger nigga
That'll rip ya
That nigga switch your tone now sit your
Butt down and get the picture
I'm capable to scrape your crew
Put it on pay per view to make
A few mill' an estate or two
You hurt up, or get smashed
Quick fast if your shit's trash
You better skip past because I kick ass
Word up splash it
Burnin bastards like sulphuric acid
My jurassic classic styles are just
Mastered to crash ya don't push a Beemer
A Montero through my borough too thorough
Come through the ghetto get
Blasted like Hiroshima'!
The underrated one that made it
Guns are traded
For my style cause they leave lungs deflated
Percee P rap is worship me they idol
Takin titles with vital rappers
Sided since nursery jeweler zoological ya
Can accumulate what's in my medulla
Your molecular structure ruptured with tumors

Big Perce, keepin it hot
Raw heat, cause a nigga gotta eat
It ain't funny when a nigga gotta get money
A nigga still doin this cause we hungry
Step into the spot
Ladies drop it like it's hot
Reppin the block
Make the brothers pop their knots
It ain't funny when a nigga gotta get money
A nigga still doin this cause we hungry

What I state's a blessing
Can't make a session, tape the lesson
Scrape the best and give 'em hard
Times like the Great Depression
Adversaries bring your crew I
Do vary stingers
Leave every finger broke like guests on
Jerry Springer when I write
Hit you like, Ripple, hard
Like your wife nipple, sharp as icicles
Fisher Price fit you when those
On the mic switch you
Believe me you see me up like I'm a graffiti
Artist hot as Tahiti
Rapper tail the streets of Cabrini
(are dimes near?) i step up like you climb
Stairs if the sign's clear, all lines here
Get across East to West like
Shuttles at Times Square turf BX
Strong kids leave they borns
With birth defects uhh, mics fell from my
Delivery of soliloquoys
I'm deadly as killer bees but more iller G
Got you feelin me like braille the ebony
One that's ever thee branded
Never need melodies
Cleverly I drop bombs heavenly
Like I'm Lebanese
Cop and tap, overseas shockin Japs
I'm toppin that
Whack shit you poppin blunt droppin wraps the
Heads as tight as stocking caps
I hit thighs and rip guys, clones bit my
Styles to get by
Gimmicks limited thoughts and resort to
Get hotter than lah
See what? You versus me? Go first G
Disperse B
You like Hershey's mixed with Percee P nuts

"AWW YEAH'! Aight"