Famous Aimers - PMD, Cappadonna

Yeah

Just puff something man

Get my mind right

From all of these crazy hood dreams

Yo eh yo now come’on

Master of Ceremony

I hate being around fake niggas

That’s mad phoney

Chicks ride the pony

Me and amar eat veggies

Its still boney

Most of the times I step in the spot

And niggas know me

I roll blunts

And I be smoking just like a roly poly

Alakazam, sham taught me not to eat ham

Bam bam up in the hood nobody eats spam

Alot of dimes and money

Fast as I can

Tax invasion tryna stop me from cashin in

We superstars in the game

Dangerous men

Whores don’t really like me

But they fuck me again

Money chaser

Hope my lawyer beat the fucking case up

Pop off

Blast at everything until we make up

In the back of the car

On the dark route

Two indian chicks that like dark cock

I keep a on my jock

Just like my name

I play the game by the old school rules

You can rap the microphone if you don’t pay no dues

And the rhymes so simple but you so confused

Got nothing going for you but your lyrics is hook

Yo, stay garbage, no pay homage

Hip hop wasn’t designed for that nonsense

We here to regulate

Come out of conflicts

Told ya’ll realness so get ya’ll the knowledge (c'mon)

Make you rap better

Elevate the level

Compete the guards and things

Throw some patron

Form shit outta nothin'

I’m saying get cheddar

Home of 400 or more

But ya’ll don’t know better

It’s a science to the study, to the t

Success is nothing but the generation they achieve

So i’m weaving like the shoalin monk

From woo jing

Of any other mc

I can turn a hard block into a soft one

Internet can turn a hard rock into a broadband

turn a hard rock into live round

Enemies, birds, hard shots that flaw ya

Hennessy and herb, hard shots and

White bentley azure

Hard top like a milestone

Im a monster like kanye and nikki

Shit get like concreate when don shae hit the city

Cause i’m an older dude

I’m old school

I can show proof

To my young boys

How to blow through moves

Man I learned alot

Never burned a rock

Selling night

Burn the block

But never burned the pot

Burning spot 12 12s

How you burn the spot

Murder plots

12 shells at the murder spot

I never heard of op

He never earned a spot

Turn this top convertible drop

When I

My flow is so cold like Chicago

I know it all slow

But p’s never off

Always on soul

Pay attention when I check back in

Snappin neck again

Business never personal

From long island to shoalin

Bring it back to the fish in the hat

And banging tracks

When it come to globetrotting

Been there, done that

Raising the cheech and chong

Doing a 100 meters on the autobond

Once again its on

Its the hip hop overlord

Overseeing the source

Birth the hiphop act

From the land of the lost

Screaming boss

Pmd still come with the force

Transmitting through satellites

How I stay on course