🎵 Thought I Lost My Spot // by PMD

2 ContributorsThought I Lost My Spot Lyrics [Intro] Yeah Since we up in this peace, yaknowI'msayin? Representin PMD Get on and let this niggas know what time is, youknowI'msayin ?? It's a lotta niggas out here frontin But you know we ain't havin that So yo we gon see niggas like this Yo step up and represent like this nigga [PMD] Time to let the nuts hang From the sacks, full No bull, mad pull Shittin constantly like seagulls Boom bang, no thing to make this microphone swing Funky B-boy from Brentwood, Long Island, and I don't sing Parish Smith is in the house stompin' niggas out No doubt, mad clout on a rap route What up, troop ? Damn G, what you talkin 'bout ? Time..to drop rhymes while suckas drop dimes Black Einstein say good night kids it's bed time Nighty, Nighty, caught you sleepin I'm snatchin props like niggas snatch bags when trick or treating Brothers huffin' and puffin' and sayin nothing When P talks, it's like yeah ?? Commin right back at ya like a scud Niggas droppin duds, not down with spud Two 'chetes plus a rowdy with a grudge Word to the mockbird and the green herb Some nerve, got brothers swingin at the curve ball Wanna scream yes yes y'all You better check your style 'cause your shit's been recalled [Hook] *spoken over a sample* [PMD] Yes I'm back again Concentratin like Nancy Kerrigan Can't promote Timberland, far from stranded like Gilligan Lounge, I'm dangerous, cross some bones Sitting in the parking, lovely Goin deep for the end zone Be weighed, peep the air raid Niggas pulled the pen now I'm bout to blow up Like a hand grenade No crews, yo chump, Benz with the 4 door And I can fuck around nigga, my shit is hardcore (backup boy) So bust the microphone skills and save the cheap thrill Local neighborhood rapper still on my dizznil Tryna scam me, damn G Back up off me, softy And check your pocket kid, it's empty So don't tempt P While you getting Pepsis Copyin niggas styles, intros, the whole shit, G Not with the Scam [Hook] *spoken over a sample* [PMD] It's an air raid, Hit Squad's back to get paid Back up, snap a flick, throw my grill on the front page Don't ask no questions, you know what's on, Scooter I'm quick with the 3rd Eye, X marks the intruder The pitch? Going, going, gold In New York they say that shit's phat Detroit, it's out cold Some call it O.E Others Ol' Gold Can't fold Flip Mode New York is in the house, I'm out, Slow Flow [Hook] *spoken over a sample*