Prodigy of Mobb Deep, PMD - It’s the Pee ’97 lyrics
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep, PMD - It’s the Pee ’97 lyrics]
(PMD) yea, Check 1, 2, One time for ya mind
2 times for ya mind, PMD going braceline
Bassline
Prodigy, Hit Squad and the Mobb 9-7
Check it out
Hey, yo, six foot and change
I still do my thang you niggas is game
Blacker skills wit the hand swing
Time to black out, you act out
Blow ya back out the P wit the no-look pass
Like Iverson and Stackhouse
(Prodigy) hey, yo, painkiller key raps
Get dope off of this here shit
Writing prescriptions for your addiction
We doing it, yo, P
This shit is off the meter
Neither him nor his man neither
Can top this shit hit
It's the P double E-M-D-E-E
(yo, it's the P)
E double pushing up lex bubble (3 1 2x)
Check P, the rap vet, freak the rap tech
Peep the black tech, ass bent, run
Some will leave your back wet
So Pmd and Prodigy will hit you hard
Lace P wit the plan and let
The Mobb do the phucking job
(Prodigy) i kick
Shit that you can feel
Like you're holding it grab a hold of this
Rip tight like it's your last bit
Futuristic, hi-tech computer chip
Lyric that's beyond the year 2000
The dominant, confident niggas is conquering
Overminding, my Mobb done did it again
Vertical rap
Straight up and down this wolf pack
Or go at the whole globe, attack the map
Ambassador P
We strengthly strip his sleeves
Of his stripes
Granted for the rest of your life
Now you can sit back and cherish
The time that we spent
The foul memory of Timb boots
Rights and lefts
(PMD) now who's the kid claiming death wit
The S on his chest
Smoking cess, sounding like Meth
I guess he need press
And yes, he must be insane wit no brain
On that cocaine
Lying on your dick, saying you hit Jane
The Punk Doctor, you know I gotcha
So get the boz-ile you little hostile
You end up missing like Hoffa
My style's proper, extraordinaire
Quite rare excellent to the ear, so kid
You never compare
2 times for ya mind, PMD going braceline
Bassline
Prodigy, Hit Squad and the Mobb 9-7
Check it out
Hey, yo, six foot and change
I still do my thang you niggas is game
Blacker skills wit the hand swing
Time to black out, you act out
Blow ya back out the P wit the no-look pass
Like Iverson and Stackhouse
(Prodigy) hey, yo, painkiller key raps
Get dope off of this here shit
Writing prescriptions for your addiction
We doing it, yo, P
This shit is off the meter
Neither him nor his man neither
Can top this shit hit
It's the P double E-M-D-E-E
(yo, it's the P)
E double pushing up lex bubble (3 1 2x)
Check P, the rap vet, freak the rap tech
Peep the black tech, ass bent, run
Some will leave your back wet
So Pmd and Prodigy will hit you hard
Lace P wit the plan and let
The Mobb do the phucking job
(Prodigy) i kick
Shit that you can feel
Like you're holding it grab a hold of this
Rip tight like it's your last bit
Futuristic, hi-tech computer chip
Lyric that's beyond the year 2000
The dominant, confident niggas is conquering
Overminding, my Mobb done did it again
Vertical rap
Straight up and down this wolf pack
Or go at the whole globe, attack the map
Ambassador P
We strengthly strip his sleeves
Of his stripes
Granted for the rest of your life
Now you can sit back and cherish
The time that we spent
The foul memory of Timb boots
Rights and lefts
(PMD) now who's the kid claiming death wit
The S on his chest
Smoking cess, sounding like Meth
I guess he need press
And yes, he must be insane wit no brain
On that cocaine
Lying on your dick, saying you hit Jane
The Punk Doctor, you know I gotcha
So get the boz-ile you little hostile
You end up missing like Hoffa
My style's proper, extraordinaire
Quite rare excellent to the ear, so kid
You never compare