PMD - It's the Pee '97 lyrics

(PMD) Yea, Check 1,2, One time for ya mind 2 times for ya mind, PMD going braceline, ba**line Prodigy, Hit Squad and the Mobb. 9-7, check it out Hey, yo, six foot and change, I still do my thang You n***as is game, blacker sk**s wit the hand swing Time to black out, you act out, blow ya back out The P wit the no-look pa** like Iverson and Stackhouse (Prodigy) Hey, yo, paink**er key raps, get dope off of this here sh** Writing prescriptions for your addiction We doing it, yo, P, this sh** is off the meter Neither him nor his man neither can top this sh** 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 1/2x) Check P, the rap vet, freak the rap tech Peep the black tech, a** 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, sh** 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 n***as 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 Amba**ador 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 d**h 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 c**aine 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 Chorus