Текст песни InI f Pete Rock - Fakin Jax
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Verse One: Pete RockCheck it outAs I commence lyrical content now bust the grammarNiggaz tryin to make flip out like David BannerBustin out the garments slammin shit like OnyxWhen I`m vex I flex and turn green like the chronicWhen I bug out you bound to get snuffed out for frontinBusy deceivin achievin nothinIf you can`t walk the walk, don`t talk the talkIt`s Pete Rock and InI comin straight from New YorkNow all the setups you thought you stepped up to get your rep upThe joke`s on you jack (true dat, word)Cause when I came through the door my mind was thinkin all out warI`ma settle the score, once and for allAin`t no time for fakin jax when it`s time for makin stacksI`m droppin bombs like acts in the bible with my recitalSo recline like a passenger seat Son, relaxAs I take you to the max, homeboy you fakin ji-daxChorusVerse Two: InIYeah, check itYou never success or progressSearchin for peace through material objectsYou go to extremes in the processAcuse others, when it`s you showin your true colorsBusy sellin your dreams, but all your creamContributes to your lack of self-esteemSo it would seem, cause every day of the week, you act differentYou see your peoples, you speak, your eyes shiftedFrontin what Son you love to performBut when the crowd`s gone, word is bond, you get your merc onIs this the real definition of what a snake isY`all should of been politicians, that`s where the cake is, butIt didn`t work with the fake ass smirkSee the meek shall inherit the earth, for what it`s worth, uhhTurn around yo you backwards, you know what the facts isYou fakin jax kidChorusVerse Three: InIYour bloodYou`re worth lead if you can`t bring home the cake to get the youths fedWe used to harvest now it`s work insteadSo, to get ahead to hit the nail on the head, it`s hard workCause America jerks, takin tax and perks out the checkSo father sweats from workin for the nextJust to connect, so man listenA comfortable position`s what I`m afterSo all the while, I`m preparin myself to meet the masterCheck it, so we suggest you put a F on your chestA wolf in sheep`s clothing`s what describes you bestNevertheless, I roast your ass like chestnutsI got guts plus cuts from Pete Rockand it don`t stop, the ghetto mass` in your grillIf you lack the will to step up then please chillOn the real, real brothers got each others backsWhile all these phony niggaz keep on fakin the jaxIt`s like thatChorus