PMD - Rugged-N-Raw lyrics
[PMD - Rugged-N-Raw lyrics]
Ba-bom, boom, aoowww, heh
I'm blast the cold blast
I'm back to cold blast
Scratch from the Squad tower
(Yo don't erase that intro) whistling
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I grab my cordless like my nuts
DJ Scratch is on the cut
Hit Squad on live, PMD's like what (what?)
I'm too rough
Niggas gettin' snuffed all in the cut
Get with the rugged raw shit
Catching niggas in the gut
Cause I'm Blass and niggas ass
Stay gear with the Hilfiger
Timberland boots, Rolex, whip a Benz, nigga
So throw your hands up in the
Air like you don't care
Chickenheads swingin from chandeliers
In they underwear
That's that b-boy shit, grab your big dick
Crack a 40, spark an L and get bent shit
Three eighty by the hip in case a nigga slip
Don't like beefs or jealousy niggas on the
It's mass confusion niggas losin' by
The minute tryin' to
Win it but thanks to hip-hop
Yo Scratch spin it
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
Yippie-yi yay, yippy yo, it's the
Slow-flow mechanic
Mass confusion is crusin' just
Start to panic and you don't stop
(don't stop) , got the Hit Squad backin' me
Spark your L's, honies sip your daquiri
Ask for P, my mission in to get richer and
Lost my other half but I
Still got my Fisherman
Hat, it ain't over till the fat chicken-
Head catch wreck, snap that bitch neck
I show and prove niggas best to move slow
(slow) the P the Mic Doc
(c'mon) the micraphone's my only (what?)
Friend, can't even trust nobody (body)
Cause next thing you know
I'm fuckin bustin' somebody (somebody)
My shadow got my back and
That's the way it goes
Keep my eyes out for foes and
Remain on my tippy toes
Respect my flows then release
It for the brothers one to hundreds
The fuckin certified top gunners
I keep a close knit quick to roast click
'Bout to pull shit
A few dimepieces if the hoes fit
It don't quit, it don't stop
And never will and so kill it
I'm strictly hardcore so you can see it
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent
I'm blast the cold blast
I'm back to cold blast
Scratch from the Squad tower
(Yo don't erase that intro) whistling
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I grab my cordless like my nuts
DJ Scratch is on the cut
Hit Squad on live, PMD's like what (what?)
I'm too rough
Niggas gettin' snuffed all in the cut
Get with the rugged raw shit
Catching niggas in the gut
Cause I'm Blass and niggas ass
Stay gear with the Hilfiger
Timberland boots, Rolex, whip a Benz, nigga
So throw your hands up in the
Air like you don't care
Chickenheads swingin from chandeliers
In they underwear
That's that b-boy shit, grab your big dick
Crack a 40, spark an L and get bent shit
Three eighty by the hip in case a nigga slip
Don't like beefs or jealousy niggas on the
It's mass confusion niggas losin' by
The minute tryin' to
Win it but thanks to hip-hop
Yo Scratch spin it
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
Yippie-yi yay, yippy yo, it's the
Slow-flow mechanic
Mass confusion is crusin' just
Start to panic and you don't stop
(don't stop) , got the Hit Squad backin' me
Spark your L's, honies sip your daquiri
Ask for P, my mission in to get richer and
Lost my other half but I
Still got my Fisherman
Hat, it ain't over till the fat chicken-
Head catch wreck, snap that bitch neck
I show and prove niggas best to move slow
(slow) the P the Mic Doc
(c'mon) the micraphone's my only (what?)
Friend, can't even trust nobody (body)
Cause next thing you know
I'm fuckin bustin' somebody (somebody)
My shadow got my back and
That's the way it goes
Keep my eyes out for foes and
Remain on my tippy toes
Respect my flows then release
It for the brothers one to hundreds
The fuckin certified top gunners
I keep a close knit quick to roast click
'Bout to pull shit
A few dimepieces if the hoes fit
It don't quit, it don't stop
And never will and so kill it
I'm strictly hardcore so you can see it
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent