Rugged N Raw Lyrics

Rugged N Raw

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 raw shit, catch a nigga in the gut
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

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 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
Cause next thing you know I'm fuckin
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 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.*