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PMD | Champions Lyrics (The Awakening)

  • Artist: PMD
  • Album: The Awakening

Good evening ladies and gentlemen
This is your main event of the evening

Yeah, check it, one time, one time, one time
PMD and B-Real, Cypress Hill, Hit Squad
Yeah, you niggas know the deal
Check it, check it, comin through, uh, Hit Squad

Sirens blare, niggas wildin out over chairs
The men here, so sealable doors, so stand clear
Breath takin, niggas rollin up with the gat shakin
No puss here, brothers sadly mistaken
The chains breakin, back to check the rules you fakin
Thats violation, like a Muslim eatin bacon
Much got the beat breakin, faggots niggas instigatin
Im runnin with the law while you triple six in your Satan
Comin in blastin, with no maskin, niggas askin
"How he lastin?" Jewels, with the tool flashin
Blacked out now Im lacked in, Ima second win
More oxygen, niggas on my jock again

Runnin with the PMD, universal, no rehearsal
controversial, no commercial
All rough and rugged, you buckin off at the straight thuggin
Audio thumpin and head bumpin
Motherfuckers want to hear somethin, CDs jumpin
Thumpin the ground all of a sudden
In the mist of the smoke I shut it - all competition
Set the condition to submission
From the contact Im sparkin at brain cells
through songs and magazines and through the e-mail
Im worldwide, six side, killafornia highs
No time, define, no wolfs, we need the blind
to the slaughter, Im baptizin you through the water
Pure hip-hop and D makes you grow like weed, proceed
Thats right, Soul Assassins, the Hit Squad, Cypress Hill
All up in your dome piece

Keep the house bumpin, we be the champions
Get the announcements, keep the whole house bumpin
You want somethin, we the champions
Keep the house thumpin, get announcements
Let them know that you won bitch, we be the champions
We be the champions, we be the champions

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