[Intro: Pete Rock (Large Professor)]
Can you hear me say it?
Everybody in the rap world today (Listen)
Pull up a chair and parlay (Word up)
It's Extra P and Pete Rock (Yeah)
We got something to say (What?)
Comin' at cha with the rapture (You know)
For the nine double-tre (C'mon)
How we do e'ryday (KnowhatI'msayin'?)
Bust the flava (Can you hear me say it?)
[Verse 1: Pete Rock & Large Professor]
I represent, we from the East Coast bringing the ruckus
Your style's lost, so from the mic, you get tossed
I'm penetrating through your soul, son, we taking drastic measures
Striving for the buried treasure, living life forever
However, the Soul Brother still doing his thing
'Bout to get you wide open off the songs that we sing
You fiend from Mt. Vernon to Queens, the Extra P
About to set up shop and drop his next degree, nigga
Yo, I break it down unto the very last morsel
Make you shake your torso
Also
To bring in the light to what's dark like a narc on a drug bust
Niggas know the deal when I thrust
Over the track, they act a masquerade and get sprayed by the automatic
Rhyme addict that gets dramatic
When the beats is ill, you know the real really will
C'mon, kid, listen how we swing it like a krill
[Hook: Pete Rock]
(I say, in the world) We got drugs and crime
(I say, in the world) We got snitches droppin' dime
(Talkin' 'bout, in the world) We got money and clothes
(I say, in the world) You got friends and foes
(I say, in the world) There's projects and tecs
(I say, in the world) Who knows what's next?
(Talkin' 'bout, in the world) You got love and hate
(I say, in the world) We got money to make, c'mon
(I say...)
[Verse 2: Large Professor & Pete Rock]
The loaded SP's the ensemble
Pete Rock together with Large, the bomb combo
We raise the stakes on flakes and rock the show
Flipmaster mania, son, we got to go
To the top and won't stop or flop or fold
Whether copper, gold or plat, they hit the map
In every section tag team connection wide
Gettin' hot on each track we glide
Yo, yo
The beat got me twisted, rhymes are too delicious (Huh)
You look suspicious, you wanna bite but can't grip it
Recognize the flav as we lay it on wax
The crime dogs of the funk and never fakin' no jax
But for the record, look on your face you see rejection
It's hard to believe I liquidated every section
Let's Git It On like Smif-N-Wessun
Or don't even look in my direction (Chill)
[Hook: Pete Rock]
(I say, in the world) Yo, we got drugs and crime
(I say, in the world) We got snitches droppin' dime
(Talkin' 'bout, in the world) We got money and clothes
(I say, in the world) You got friends and foes
(I say, in the world) There's projects and tecs
(I say, in the world) Who knows what's next?
(Talkin' 'bout, in the world) You got love and hate
(I say, in the world) We got money to make
(I say...)
[Verse 3: Pete Rock & Large Professor]
Yo, we throw polos to the dome like Tyson
Suspend your rap license
Kid, bring on the cake plus the icing
Raw deal to all my niggas who keep it real
One love, we fittin' like a hand in glove
(Yo, that shit is drug son) But even hardcore for the thugs
From east to west it's time to rise up above and build
So relax and chill, I make cash at will
The rap world is how I eat my meals
So here's the jist it's the high top crisp
Funk dons, comin' through to knock out nods
In this orderly fashion
Straight up to fuck flashin' (What?)
My capability to bring the uncut action
To any set be the Queens lounge vet
Large so dodge a camouflage cause you're pet
Competition is no, I got the glow so, yo
I'm truely in the world to stay the Large Pro
[Hook: Pete Rock]
(I say, in the world) We got drugs and crime
(I say, in the world) We got snitches droppin' dime
(Talkin' 'bout, in the world) We got money and clothes
(I say, in the world) You got friends and foes
(I say, in the world) There's projects and tecs
(I say, in the world) Who knows what's next?
(Talkin' 'bout, in the world) We got love and hate
(I say, in the world) We got money to make, yeah
(I say...)
