Raw Heat Lyrics

[Chorus: Quasimoto]
Big Perce, keepin it hot
Raw heat, cause a nigga gotta eat
It ain't funny when a nigga gotta get money
A nigga still doin this cause we hungry
Step into the spot, ladies drop it like it's hot
Reppin the block, make the brothers pop their knots
It ain't funny when a nigga gotta get money
A nigga still doin this cause we hungry

[Percee P:]
Copycats are stunned when tracks are done my style of
rap is sung
At the maximum, it collapse your lungs
I'm dead up, nigga batter up, you outta luck
I scatter ducks with shit that'll f*ck yo' head up
Figure you f*ckin with-a, bigger nigga, that'll rip-ya
That nigga switch your tone now sit your butt down and
get the picture
I'm capable to scrape your crew
Put it on pay per view to make a few mill' an estate or
two
You hurt up, or get smashed, quick fast if your shit's
trash
You better skip past because I kick ass, word up
Splash it, burnin bastards like sulphuric acid
My jurassic classic styles you just mastered I trashed
it
Don't push a Beemer, a Montero through my borough too
thorough
Come through the ghetto get blasted like Hiroshima~!
The underrated one that made it, guns are traded
for my style cause they leave lungs deflated
Percee P rappers worship me they idol
Takin titles with vital rappers sided since nursery
jeweler
Zoological ya, can accumulate what's in my medulla Your molecular structure ruptured with tumors

[Chorus]

[Percee P:]
What I state's a blessing, can't make a session, tape
the lesson
Scrape the best and give 'em hard times like the Great
Depression
Adversaries bring your crew I do vary stingers
Leave every finger broken like guests on Jerry Springer
what I write
Hit you like, Ripple, hard like your wife nipple,
chocolate icicles
Fisher Price fit you when those on the mic switch you
Believe me you see me up like I'm a graffiti
Artist hot as Tahiti, rapper tail the streets of
Cabrini (are dimes near?)
I step up like you climb stairs if the sign's clear,
all lines here
Get across East to West like shuttles at Times Square
Turf BX, strong kids leave they borns with birth
defects
Uhh, mics fell from my delivery of soliloquoys
I'm deadly as killer bees but more iller G, got you
feelin me like braille
The ebony, one that's ever thee branded never need
melodies
Cleverly I drop bombs heavenly like I'm Lebanese
Cop and tap, overseas shockin Japs, I'm toppin that
Whack shit you poppin blunt droppin wraps the heads as
tight as stocking caps
I hit thighs and rip guys, clones bit my, styles to get
by
Gimmicks limited thoughts and resort to get hotter than
lah
See what? You versus me? Go first G
Disperse B, you like Hershey's mixed with Percee P nuts

"AWW YEAH~! Aight..."

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