Nuttin Move - PMD, Das EFX

We’re biggity back and in stereo

So check the here we go it’s from the Tio

It’s biggity been a while but still the style good to G. O

Like a Tracker

Now who the rapper coming with the rawness?

Can’t avoid this, I higgity hit you with the hardest

(Bomp bomp!)

Illuminati times bring Illuminati rhymes

Niggas plan on doing mines, here’s a nigga’s crew will find

(Biggity booya!)

I’ll bring it to ya with my best ability

You punks be killing me

I’ll riggity rock it till there’s steel in me

Well stiggity sound it off

(One, two!)

Sound it off

(Three, four!)

I’m biggity back to riggity rock the miggity mic once more

I’m niggity next up in the batters box

Dreadlocks with jiggity jewels in my chatterbox

Hit Squad we knock niggas on they ass

Figgity fast as they get saturated

It ain’t my fault assigity-ssault was aggravated

Yiggity you know

That iggity I know

That yiggity you know

We diggity drop hits like tiggity Tyson dropped Bruno

Shibbity bop shibbity boop

Look at the scoop that I drop

Biggity back on your block and bringing the Real Hip Hop

You know the half, my staff be caught up in the zone

Riggity rock the microphone, the home grown keep me zoned so

They used to call me «Shorty Doo Wop»

And now I push an ouopp on your boulevard

Don’t make me have to pull your card

Rookie, my nigga boogie bang yo what the deal?

Nigga tell me how ya feel

Spiggity speak and keep it real son

Figgity fuck the riddle

I niggity knock the monkey out the middle

I caught him figgity faking

Move over bacon it’s the sizzle

Not the lean the higgity huskie

Slang be never rusty

Siggity sick puppy

You giggity gon' have to bust me

The miggity million dollar mop top is chop chop

Break it down, push back your wig like drop top

Knock, knock

Who dat?

It’s PMD

True dat

Show me where they crew and who to fucking shoot at

«It's me that nigga P» — Dray 'Microphone Master (41st Side Remix)'

«A special guest on my show»

Well underground’s where I’ve been dwelling

Crusty beats from the cell and

Light the third railing

I roast that ass and bust your brain

Selling out

Is a no no

(For who?)

For the MD slow flow

(What you do?)

I stick to hardcore B-Boy like DC sticks to Go Go

So, what’s with the fucking low blowing niggas out

My style dark and strong like some fucking Guinness Stout

'Bout time you heard it

I word it like you should

Kid, I represent the hood I got it good I wish you would

I’m smashing, bashing, ain’t with the flashing

No crashing long as the checks keep on cashing

It’s fine and dandy, hand skills is handy

You get slammed B, Jawbreaker like a candy

I heard you pissing

Flashing but you’re missing

You need to listen

Now say «ahh» let me piss in

Your mouth

Now how’s about that you stupid nigga?

Fucking flashback from the Gold Digger