It's The Pee '97 - PMD, Prodigy

Yea, Check 1,2, One time for ya mind

2 times for ya mind, PMD going braceline, bassline

Prodigy, Hit Squad and the Mobb.

9−7, check it out

Hey, yo, six foot and change, I still do my thang

You niggas is game, blacker skills wit the hand swing

Time to black out, you act out, blow ya back out

The P wit the no-look pass like Iverson and Stackhouse

(Prodigy)

Hey, yo, painkiller key raps, get dope off of this here shit

Writing prescriptions for your addiction

We doing it, yo, P, this shit is off the meter

Neither him nor his man neither can top this shit hit

(Chorus)(PMD)

It’s the P-double E-M-D-E-E (yo, it’s the P)

E-double pushing up lex bubble (3 ½x)

Check P, the rap vet, freak the rap tech

Peep the black tech, ass bent, run, some will leave your back wet

So Pmd and Prodigy will hit you hard

Lace P wit the plan and let the Mobb do the phucking job

(Prodigy)

I kick, shit that you can feel like you’re holding it

Grab a hold of this, rip tight like it’s your last bit

Futuristic, hi-tech computer chip

Lyric that’s beyond the year 2000

The dominant, confident niggas is conquering

Overminding, my mom done did it again

Vertical rap, straight up and down this wolf pack

Or go at the whole globe, attack the map

Ambassador P, we strengthly strip his sleeves of his stripes

Granted for the rest of your life

Now you can sit back and cherish the time that we spent

The foul memory of Timb boots, rights and lefts

(PMD)

Now who’s the kid claiming death wit the S on his chest

Smoking cess, sounding like Meth, i guess he need press

And yes, he must be insane wit no brain, on that cocaine

Lying on your dick, saying you hit Jane

The Punk Doctor, I gotcha, so get the boz-ile

You little hostile, you end up missing like Hoffa

My style’s proper, extraordinaire, quite rare

Excellent to the ear, so kid, you never compare