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* [Chorus with variations and Hit Squad shoutouts] 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 [Verse 1: PMD] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2: PMD] 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 [Chorus] 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... *shouts, DJ Scratch on the cut, misc.*