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