PMD - Steppin' Thru Hardcore lyrics

rate me

Them niggaz knew that shit before it happened

Word 'em up

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone, word is bond

I brainstorm, trippin of flashbacks like Vietman

I stay armed

Code red mayday, Hit Squad nigga

PMD is back oh shit, yeah it's pay day

Oh yeah Hosey I make rhymes sway and I don't play

Or I'm so so

Niggaz down with?

Touche hey, ya betta keep ya eye on a birdie

Word G that's opsurd see

It's far from "baby come back"

Like the Be Gees so you can run run

But you can't hide or slide

Locked in, ain't fire, bullseye

You see me close that's more props

You fly guy, big super star takes nose dive

With no life jacket, pump like swaket

Check it out now

I kick the habit

Bring it to me now

It's 94 no backstabin

So what you sayin, you hear my records playin

Funk smellin bad, like a tooth decayin'

Bring it to me now

Cool

Pack tools, truck jewels, niggaz stuck in the pit stop

With flex and no view

So if you down with the Hit Squad

Say Hit Squad and my dick 's hard, I'm charged

Tryna walk down the rap yard

So bring it on flex, no check?, might wreck to deep the half step?

Tryna step, get souplexed word to Das EFX

Of course I'm back to get payed

Stickin hard like D-backs and the rappers in the gator raid

Yeah punk, settin the tone for the rap game

Niggaz claimin fame now that is a damn shame

Out the open like the US without tennis

I pump rhymes like niggz pump iron and Guiness

You get flood

I keep my shit raw

So while you steppin thru, steppin thru hardcore

It's the 'ol I'll phill, double flow spill Jill

OK to mill, to give a read on the rap field

Kids must see, yeah so daddy will kill

Any pool party'n motherfuckin'

Yeah sleep, get your head crushed

Hit Squad mad tight kid

94, no bumrushin'

Strictly hear to cool out and turn the party's out

Hardcore underground

That's what is all about

Not with the does, hoes and limos

That's not my ammo

My ammo 's a pro

Check the demo