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(feat. Pete Rock, Phife Dawg) [Phife] Now in this hip-hop world I happen to live in, heads be bitching It's a wonder that when the punks walk, they don't be switching Someone always got something to say, and I be itching To verbally bust their whole fucking frame, I ain't kidding Nothing wack over here, moneygrip, I'm always hitting And being that my name is Phife Dawg, I just be shitting All over the track by Diamond, fuck a rumor If you try to bite this style you might catch a brain tumor Nowadays it's eather the Heather or cheddar, fuck the babbling Put your money where your mouth is or there'll be no battling Don't play yourself and get dissed by Malik, it's too embarassing Take it straight to your face like Vin Rock, fuck the Samaritans I'm out to get the cheddar, no deals, I ain't having it Never to work again in my life, fuck Blake Harrington East Coast representation, as well as West Rub daddy speak, better listen, diggey knows best [Diamond] I'm swerving on MC's with these degrees The only cheese you've seen is from promotional fees, please I don't congregate with small timers I leave you scratching your head like Alzheimer's In a corner with four-timers smoking pretty women Letras de cancionesWith this city rhythm I get witty with them Big D a.k.a. Ben Grin, I send men defending You run home and then send Your whole team back, scoped out I lean back Focused on greenbacks, niggas want to see me in green slacks Upstate doing a bid But I got plans reclined at the Sands With my team, in the name of cream Sipping on Jim Beam, still scoped your scheme It seems to me, it's obvious, it seems to be jealousy Fuck it if it means the beat Cause I dream to be the next one on the top I might blow up, but I won't go pop Fuck the props, I want to breeze with the cheese And my squeeze in the Florida Keys Pains and strife, let me live my life Born into a world that's trife Like a knife I cut through the mazes State to state smashing down stages, overcome with... [x2] [Diamond] I'm off the hook, no more working off the book I often look at how MC's turn soft and book Look, you couldn't fade this renegade >From when it's made, plus your rhymes are minute made What's the deal, for real I watch you Got you under my skin like Sinatra Raise the stakes, see I believe it pays to make A thousand ways to take your tasty cake [Pete Rock] Hit the spotlight, and let me get right Crowd anticipation when we rock the mic It's like sex, good to the very last nut Every word that we say, every cliche So check the survery, Phife Dawg rhyming with Diamond Niggas get astounded, all simple like Simon Cream, working on plots and schemes To hit big clientel to the fullest, so represent, kid Pains and strife, let me live my life Born into a world that's trife Like a knife I cut through the mazes State to state smashing down stages, overcome with... [x2] From Letras Mania