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F/
Pete
Rock
Verse
One:
Pete
Rock
Check
it
out
As
I
commence
lyrical
content
now
bust
the
grammar
Niggaz
tryin
to
make
flip
out
like
David
Banner
Bustin
out
the
garments
slammin
shit
like
Onyx
When
I'm
vex
I
flex
and
turn
green
like
the
chronic
When
I
bug
out
you
bound
to
get
snuffed
out
for
frontin
Busy
deceivin
achievin
nothin
If
you
can't
walk
the
walk,
don't
talk
the
talk
It's
Pete
Rock
and
InI
comin
straight
from
New
York
Now
all
the
setups
you
thought
you
stepped
up
to
get
your
rep
up
The
joke's
on
you
jack
(true
dat,
word)
Cause
when
I
came
through
the
door
my
mind
was
thinkin
all
out
war
I'ma
settle
the
score,
once
and
for
all
Ain't
no
time
for
fakin
jax
when
it's
time
for
makin
stacks
I'm
droppin
bombs
like
acts
in
the
bible
with
my
recital
So
recline
like
a
passenger
seat
Son,
relax
As
I
take
you
to
the
max,
homeboy
you
fakin
ji-dax
Verse
Two:
InI
Yeah,
check
it
You
never
success
or
progress
Searchin
for
peace
through
material
objects
You
go
to
extremes
in
the
process
Acuse
others,
when
it's
you
showin
your
true
colors
Busy
sellin
your
dreams,
but
all
your
cream
Contributes
to
your
lack
of
self-esteem
So
it
would
seem,
cause
every
day
of
the
week,
you
act
different
You
see
your
peoples,
you
speak,
your
eyes
shifted
Frontin
what
Son
you
love
to
perform
But
when
the
crowd's
gone,
word
is
bond,
you
get
your
merc
on
Is
this
the
real
definition
of
what
a
snake
is
Y'all
should
of
been
politicians,
that's
where
the
cake
is,
but
It
didn't
work
with
the
fake
ass
smirk
See
the
meek
shall
inherit
the
earth,
for
what
it's
worth,
uhh
Turn
around
yo
you
backwards,
you
know
what
the
facts
is
You
fakin
jax
kid
Verse
Three:
InI
Your
blood
You're
worth
lead
if
you
can't
bring
home
the
cake
to
get
the
youths
fed
We
used
to
harvest
now
it's
work
instead
So,
to
get
ahead
to
hit
the
nail
on
the
head,
it's
hard
work
Cause
America
jerks,
takin
tax
and
perks
out
the
check
So
father
sweats
from
workin
for
the
next
Just
to
connect,
so
man
listen
A
comfortable
position's
what
I'm
after
So
all
the
while,
I'm
preparin
myself
to
meet
the
master
Check
it,
so
we
suggest
you
put
a
F
on
your
chest
A
wolf
in
sheep's
clothing's
what
describes
you
best
Nevertheless,
I
roast
your
ass
like
chestnuts
I
got
guts
plus
cuts
from
Pete
Rock
And
it
don't
stop,
the
ghetto
mass'
in
your
grill
If
you
lack
the
will
to
step
up
then
please
chill
On
the
real,
real
brothers
got
each
others
backs
While
all
these
phony
niggaz
keep
on
fakin
the
jax
It's
like
that
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