(feat. Pete Rock)



[Intro: Pete Rock]

"Can you hear me say it?" Everybody in the rap world today. 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

trey (c'mon) how we do e'ryday (knowhatI'msayin'?), Bust the flava. "Can

you hear me say it?"



[Pete Rock:]

I represent from the east coast bringing the ruckus

Styles lost so from the mic you get tossed

Penetrating through your soul son taking drastic measures

Striving for buring treasures 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



[Large Professor (Extra P):]

Yo, I brake it down unto the very last morsel

Make you shake your torso

Also

To bring in the light to what's dark like a nark on a drug bust

Niggas know the deal when I thrust

Over the track ain't actin' masquerade and get sprayed

By the automatic

Rhyme addict that gets dramatic

When the beast is ill you know the real really will

C'mon kid listen how we swing it like a krill



[Hook:]

"In the world" We got drugs and crime

"In the world" We got snitch droppin' dime

"In the world" We got money and clothes

"In the world" You got friends and foes

"In the world" Theres projects and tecs

"In the world" Kid who knows what's next

"In the world" You got love and hate

"In the world" We got money to make



[Large Professor (Extra P):]

C'mon 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

Flop or fold wheather cop a gold or plat

They hit the map 

In every section tag team connection wide

Gettin' hot on each track we glide



[Pete Rock:]

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

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 Get It On like Smif 'N' Wessun 

Or don't even look in my direction



[Hook]



[Pete Rock:]

We throw blows to the dome like Mike 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 shit is drug son) Even hardcore for the thugs

From east to west it's time to rise up above

And build so blacks can chill I make cash at will

The rap world is how I eat my meals



[Large Professor (Extra P):]

So here's the jist it's the high top crisp

Funk dons 

Comin' through to knock out Nas

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]