PMD Lyrics
PMD Lyrics
"Rugged-N-Raw Lyrics"
Everyday Struggle Lyrics
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X) I don't wanna live no mo' Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do' I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle; another day, another struggle [Notorious B.I.G.] I know how it feel to wak
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X) I don't wanna live no mo' Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do' I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle; another day, another struggle [Notorious B.I.G.] I know how it feel to wak
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: repeat 4X (with variations and Hit Squad shoutouts)
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
repeat Chorus
Verse One: PMD
I grab my cordless like my nigga DJ Scratch is on the cut
Hit Squad on live, PMD's like what (what?)
I'm too rough, gettin snuffed all in the cut
Get with the rugged
The Nephilim Rising Lyrics
( music by Nergal; lyrics by Krzysztof Azarewicz; acoustic outro by Seth ) I'm burning like a fucking fire Mysterious Domain, Murdered Apprehension Shemyaza, Lacifarus - glow like the Sun in this final hour ov Dawn ov the Dusk I, heart ov all c
raw shit, catch a nigga in the gut( music by Nergal; lyrics by Krzysztof Azarewicz; acoustic outro by Seth ) I'm burning like a fucking fire Mysterious Domain, Murdered Apprehension Shemyaza, Lacifarus - glow like the Sun in this final hour ov Dawn ov the Dusk I, heart ov all c
Cause I'm Blass and niggaz ass stay gear with the Hilfiger
Timberland boots, Rolex, whip a Benz
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 fucks?
It's mass confusion niggaz losin by the minute tryin to win it
But thanks to hip-hop, yo Scratch spin it
C
Spit of Love Lyrics
There's a howlin at my window, baby I hear him closin in That green-eyed jackal's got the scent Knows I'll let him in He slinks in by me at the fire More bitter than the cold And it's a rage as old as Hades That'll sputter on these coalshorus 1/2
Verse Two:
Yippie-yi-yay, yippy-yo, it's the, slow-flow mechanic
Mass confusion is crusin just start to panic
and you 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 til the fat chickenhead catch
wreck, snap that bitch neck
I show and prove niggaz best to move slow
The P the Mic Doc (c'mon) the micraphone's my only
friend, can't even trust nobody
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
*shouts, DJ Scratch on the cut, misc.*
There's a howlin at my window, baby I hear him closin in That green-eyed jackal's got the scent Knows I'll let him in He slinks in by me at the fire More bitter than the cold And it's a rage as old as Hades That'll sputter on these coals
Verse Two:
Yippie-yi-yay, yippy-yo, it's the, slow-flow mechanic
Mass confusion is crusin just start to panic
and you 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 til the fat chickenhead catch
wreck, snap that bitch neck
I show and prove niggaz best to move slow
The P the Mic Doc (c'mon) the micraphone's my only
friend, can't even trust nobody
Somewhere In Between Lyrics
i can't be losing sleep over this no, i can't and now i cannot stop pacing give me a few hours i'll have this all sorted out if my mind would just stop racing cause i cannot stand still i can't be this unsturdy this cannot be happening
Cause next thing you know I'm fuckin bustin somebodyi can't be losing sleep over this no, i can't and now i cannot stop pacing give me a few hours i'll have this all sorted out if my mind would just stop racing cause i cannot stand still i can't be this unsturdy this cannot be happening
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
*shouts, DJ Scratch on the cut, misc.*