Raw Heat (45 Version)

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
 Copycats is done when tracks are done and 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 fuck yo' head up
 Figure you fuckin 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 are just mastered to crash ya
 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 rap is 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
 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 broke like guests on Jerry Springer when 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..."