PMD Rugged-N-Raw Lyrics

Business Is Business Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Business Is Business
  • 3 Leave Your Style Cramped
  • 4 Rugged-N-Raw
  • 5 What Cha Gonna Do (feat. Das EFX)
  • 6 Never Watered Down (feat. Nocturnal)
  • 7 It's the Pee
  • 8 Kool Kat
  • 9 Interlude
  • 10 It's the Ones (feat. M.O.P.)
  • 11 Nuttin Move (feat. Das EFX)
  • 12 I'm a B-Boy
  • 13 Rugged-N-Raw (feat. Das EFX)
  • 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!)

    Chorus: repeat 4X (with variations and Hit Squad shoutouts)
    I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
    The PMD the mic`s my only friends

    Verse One: PMD
    I grab my cordless like my ***** 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 raw ****, catch a ***** in the gut
    Cause I`m Blass and *****z *** 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 be -boy ****, grab your big ****
    Crack a 40, spark an L and get bent ****
    Three eighty by the hip in case a ***** slip
    Don`t like beefs or jealousy ****s?
    It`s mass confusion *****z losin by the minute tryin to win it
    But thanks to hip-hop, yo Scratch spin it

    Chorus 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 ***** neck
    I show and prove *****z best to move slow
    The P the Mic Doc (c`mon) the micraphone`s my only
    friend, can`t even trust nobody
    Cause next thing you know I`m ****in bustin 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 ****in certified top gunners
    I keep a close knit quick to roast click
    Bout to pull ****, 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

    *shouts, DJ Scratch on the cut, misc.*

    Written by: William D Hines, Andre G Weston, Angel Aguilar, Parrish Smith

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