(feat. Krumbsnatcha) [Chorus: x2] Y'all don't want, beef No y'all don't want, that Get caught up in these streets Get shot up by them heats [Krumbsnatcha
Traduzione: Rock, Pete. Manzo.
til I'm blue in the face Necro laced "Agent Orange", kid but you a disgrace Yelling "save hip-hop" but how the fuck are you helping? You went from Pete Nice to Pete
the low... I see your tail waggin', dog [Verse 1] Copywrite, you don't wanna fight, this here's a mic Let me show your bitch ass how to rock it right
into the sky like weed smoke. My peoples need hope, and I'm the one with it; the soul provider. Cold as fire, hot as ice. Rock the mic 'til I retire die
hurt him tie him up to trees and shoot poisonous darts at him with venom in it to murder him servin' him right D.P. Kon Artis, swervin tonite we rock
of ya Chill out in 5, and then them niggaz act alive I smoke branches from off the tree tops I hang with real niggaz, PA's, PK's and Pete Rock Y'all
up on who got your back in a Sliced them up then ya niggas start to act alive I smoke brandish right off the treetops Hang with real niggas PA's, PK's, and Pete Rock
for a settlement You got beef? Settle it I roll where the ghetto went Edo G, credit it C'mon [Chorus] [Edo G: speaking] Edo G, Pete Rock, haha 2005
is how your G mack, now let me get a G-Clap [Fes Taylor:] Clap, clap, I ain't talking bout Fans putting hands together, I'm demanding cheddar Only rock
addict, you need Detox Hopefully you make it out in time to be on Detox Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I bought 3 blocks My *CL* so *Smooth*, it should of came with Pete Rock
m like Rush in "Krush Groove," a nigga that bust moves right out, and tuck tools, bullets that bust dudes Ain't no beef in the briefcase, just beef for Pete
I rock the lle' And chop the lle' to push bricks through your block a day I'll bring terror to your squad and make you rock away Don't depend on tomorrow
shit When the heat's on, you know I draw it I had his number down, Toney just called it [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yo, aiyo, Pete Rock, good looking
the flava on the street and on the mic..." [Theif] Ya'll got beef wit us, huh? (crowd cheers) Ya'll got beef wit us, huh? (crowd cheers louder) I can
of dawn) Yeah (To da break of dawn) I say keep on (To da break of dawn) Just wanted to funk it up a little bit My man Pete Rock is up in the crib Youknowmsayin
[Pete Rock scratches various samples at the beginning] [Verse One] I used to be a piece of shit 'til I dropped it, [?] convict Straight projects, prophets
