| You niggas hate me because I live like a champion
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| I’m eating scampian shrimp
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| And the vehicles I’m lampin' in you can’t be in
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| I’m the one like Mr. Anderson
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| Rappers can’t handle them
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| I hand em' a handkerchief & hang of shit, it’s Pete Rock
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| The nigga you should be hangin' with, bangin' with
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| But you havin' problems trying to tame your chick
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| And I know it makes you sick, see me in the 6
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| With your chick bumpin' my shit singing high pitched
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| She on her SideKick, telling her girls we got that hot shit
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| Boppin' like «Who made the beat?» |
| Green Lantern bitch
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| Yeah so pay the nigga homage, I’m about them dollars
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| I could pay for you to go to college
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| Sometimes a little modest but yo I’m no trick girl
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| Collect cash is the motto, ya’ll quick fast tryna come up in my world
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| This is grown man BI & y’all just squirrels
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| Don’t be mad because you can’t do what I can
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| Like when Jordan went up took that shot & switched hands (With his tongue out!)
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| Don’t be mad cause you not me
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| I’m the fuckin' poster boy for the MPC my nigga
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| I had to spit this verse for the world & the rest of y’all boys
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| Rest in peace to Trouble T Roy
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| Usually produce a hit record now I’m making the noise
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| Calm & poise, got inflection in my voice
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| Should be the choice to make the people respect the movement
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| I did it dog of course I know what I’m doing
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| Pursuing what got tossed in the wind
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| There was a point in time me, Puff, Eddie & C.L. |
| was friends
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| Hef set trends & put the hood on
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| But you know the hood is hood & the hood will do wrong
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| I ain’t Rodney King, so I don’t care if we don’t get along
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| The point of the song is to make the wrongs right
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| You at the top of your career but you not at your hype
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| D. Mac on Scotty G keep my hairline tight
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| Roll a backwood over a dutch
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| The shop is exit 10 of the hutch
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| I spit this verse for Unique 2 5 & dutch
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| Reminiscing when I got the name Rock
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| Round the same time Hef still lived on my block
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| The game flipped flopped & shit got controversial
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| Everyman for himself I guess we going to commercial
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| Get it crunk do your thing like Camron
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| Pete Rock coming with heat & that’s word bond
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| Beastin' on the track like I lost my Akon
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| New York New York bring it back to the east dog
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| I’m tryna make ends meet, stay true to the street
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| Kill them with the beats make stacks & still eat
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| This is for my son E & the rest of my family
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| Holla at your boy PR be the recipe
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| My nigga Green Lantern one time for your mind.
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| Yeah taking hip hop by storm once again
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| Legendary status
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| Ya’ll niggas… one |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Be Mad , by - Pete Rock. Song from the album NY's Finest, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп