Translation: Rock, Pete. Beef.
(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
and jetted cross the street Death was my first instinct, I had to stop and think Smiling faces always remember, they rock ya ass to sleep Disregard this
yo, will crack the floor shit When the heat's on, you know I draw it I had his number down, Toney just called it Yo, aiyo, Pete Rock, good looking nigga
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
Lost ? Cool Calm Pete Yo party people in the place to be yo this is cool calm pete Ima do this in G minor It goes lost in season Running out of choices
Me, I do the only thing that stops me growing old I do the rock I do the rock rock I do the rock rock rock Well, it's stimulating Solzhenitzin' feels
Yo, Terror Squad, Pete Rock collabo' From git-go, yo yo Aiyyo it's such a shame All these dick riders tryin' to corrupt the game But what it bring, nuttin
{*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
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
wings, Look a real hood nigga I got a Lavish flow I can put you in the Theater's like Magic tho You dont want beef, you just want rap Ill get ya little
s why 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
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
hot shells ring bells and my knockouts settle beef Any last requests? You better make it brief Kid from 'Life Sucks' to 'Major Bucks' while Pete rocks
Finger-lickin the papes like there is no other Mecca and the Soul Brother (Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth) -- Heavy D Mecca and the Soul Brother (Pete Rock
warm like a spa, star, forget all the hoopla C.L. Smooth and Pete Rock Could break and penetrate, piece of cake, cousin, for Pete's sake To my man For Pete
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 the
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
