Fakin' Jax

[Intro: Pete Rock]

Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, uh!

Check it out

InI is in the house

Rob-O, Grap Luva, Ras, Marco Polo

With the P.R

To all y'all fake ass thugs out there

Talkin' 'bout you got this and you got that

And you gon' murder this one and murder that one

Talkin' all that bullshit!

I'mma put to you like this, yo

Check it out

[Verse 1: Pete Rock]

As I commence lyrical content, now bust the grammar

Niggas tryin' to make me flip out like David Banner

Bustin' out the garments, slammin' shit like Onyx

When I'm vexed, I flex and turn green like the chronic

When I bug out, you bound to get snuffed out for frontin'

Busy deceivin', achievin' nothin'

If you can't walk the walk, don't talk the talk!

It's Pete Rock and InI comin' straight from New York

Now, all the set-ups you thought you stepped up to get your rep up (What?)

The joke's on you, Jack (True dat, word)

'Cause when I came through the door, my mind was thinkin all out war

I'mma settle the score, once and for all

Ain't no time for fakin' jax when it's time for makin' stacks

I'm droppin' bombs like acts in The Bible with my recital

So recline like a passenger seat, son, relax

As I take you to the max, homeboy, you fakin' jid-ax

[Hook x4]

Ain't no time for fakin' jax, stop fakin' jax!

Brothers that/who fake jax get laid on they back

[Verse 2: Rob-O]

Yeah, check it!

You never succeed or progress

Searchin' for peace through material objects

You go to extremes in the process

Accuse others, when it's you showin' your true colors

Busy sellin' your dreams, but all your C.R.E.A.M

Contributes to your lack of self-esteem

So it would seem, 'cause every day of the week, you act different

You see your peoples, you speak, your eyes shifted

Frontin' what? Son, you love to perform

But when the crowd's gone, word is bond, you get your merc on

Is this the real definition of what a snake is?

Y'all should've been politicians, that's where the cake is

But it didn't work with the fake-ass smirk

See, the meek shall inherit the earth, for what it's worth, uh!

Turn around, yo, you backwards

You know what the facts is — you fakin' jax, kid!

[Hook x4]

Ain't no time for fakin' jax, stop fakin' jax!

Brothers that/who fake jax get laid on they back

[Verse 3: I Love H.I.M.]

Yo, blood, your worth is lead

If you can't bring home the cake to get the youths fed

We used to harvest, now it's work instead

So, to get ahead to hit the nail on the head, it's hard work

'Cause America jerks, takin' tax and perks out the check

So father sweats from workin' for the next, just to connect

So man, listen, a comfortable position's what I'm after

So all the while, I'm preparin' myself to meet the master

[Verse 4: Grap Luva]

Check it!

So we suggest you put a F on your chest

A wolf in sheep's clothing's what describes you best

Nevertheless, I roast your ass like chestnuts

I got guts, plus cuts from Pete Rock, and it don't stop

The ghetto math's in your grill

If you lack the will to step up, then please chill

On the real, real brothers got each others' backs

While all these phony niggas keep on fakin' the jax

It's like that!

[Hook x4]

Ain't no time for fakin' jax, stop fakin' jax!

Brothers that fake jax get laid on they back