| Song | Da Two |
| Artist | Pete Rock |
| Album | Soul Survivor |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jones, McDaniels, Mizel, Penn ... | |
| Introducing c.l. then face defeats | |
| Then i remind you of third street when it was sweet | |
| See'd us move on and grow to another plateau with me and .... | |
| Havin that dough | |
| In the last days when critical times are left | |
| To deal with my grand daddy's endeavors | |
| Whut corrected my errors the first shot came in 91 | |
| E.p. done my struggle | |
| To label this untouchable foundation due in 92 top ten review | |
| Respect new when that flew they reminisce over you | |
| Had marie too, sporting my nike's at the door | |
| Paper saw the main ingredient l.p. in 94 | |
| Now it's me the bold coppin toys for dolo | |
| At ease he'd rather die at his feet than live on his knees | |
| Don't mistake the forest for trees | |
| Off course why try and climb a mountain | |
| A baby walk across in tha military mindset place ya bet | |
| Ya fumbled all those chicks with the bucks off safety | |
| Skirt chasin what they rate me in this whole rap affair | |
| Butwhen it really comes down to it who cares | |
| Like the tortiosse and the hare ya know the race i run | |
| But ya losin all the nights, let the rabbit get the gun | |
| Number one wit a bullet and pit named black | |
| It's the best that ever did it on a pete rock track | |
| Aye yo two cool cats who reclaim the name | |
| Pete rock and c.l. smooth in this here rap game | |
| But the good news is that there is a crew | |
| Not 5 not 4 not 3 da two | |
| In tha beginning let it be like the record spinning | |
| As a child i stack 45's in a pile blow the dust off | |
| Put it on before i can walk | |
| Play static on my pop dukes automatic | |
| I knew i wasn't average music in my bloodstream | |
| My pops watch his son live his dream | |
| Now as time flew the original classy rock crew | |
| Shine through on streets and avenues | |
| The next chapter you read it mc shan said it | |
| Got ta give the man behind wheels credit | |
| Yes yes y'all bls and marley marl | |
| The rap attack put my talents on the map | |
| Now it's pete rock for days in tha basement | |
| As i amaze watch me blow in 98 ways | |
| I specialize in rap dj and produce wit more | |
| Hot tracks then carlos dejesus | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| What it look like ain't nothin changed but the weather | |
| Still riding with c.d.'s and leather roll fives and better | |
| For all that's folded in ya pocket how long it take | |
| To reup and clock it, drop and make a profit | |
| And lay my position with you that we know what to do | |
| And what not to do here's my crew now you get yours to bare witness | |
| It's nothing personal it's business | |
| That's my word which is my bond, behind writing ta step back | |
| And watch it all tighten stop this fighting each other | |
| God knowledge ya wis that ya know who the enemy is furthermore | |
| Don't hide it divide it then x ya squares | |
| To keep them other cats folded like beach chairs | |
| Got an eye on that street aristocrat | |
| Let c.l. show ya where the strengths at | |
| Turn it up right here or just call the cop | |
| Cuz we on it like this to tha last stop | |
| The next humprhev bogart mastering art | |
| Like a jeweler wit a diamond cutter, take'em apart | |
| Don't start whut ya can't finish | |
| When ya bubble wit skills that never diminish | |
| Ya best team against mine is a light scrimmage | |
| So play like popeye and eat spinach | |
| Chorus 2x |
| zuo qu : Jones, McDaniels, Mizel, Penn ... | |
| Introducing c. l. then face defeats | |
| Then i remind you of third street when it was sweet | |
| See' d us move on and grow to another plateau with me and .... | |
| Havin that dough | |
| In the last days when critical times are left | |
| To deal with my grand daddy' s endeavors | |
| Whut corrected my errors the first shot came in 91 | |
| E. p. done my struggle | |
| To label this untouchable foundation due in 92 top ten review | |
| Respect new when that flew they reminisce over you | |
| Had marie too, sporting my nike' s at the door | |
| Paper saw the main ingredient l. p. in 94 | |
| Now it' s me the bold coppin toys for dolo | |
| At ease he' d rather die at his feet than live on his knees | |
| Don' t mistake the forest for trees | |
| Off course why try and climb a mountain | |
| A baby walk across in tha military mindset place ya bet | |
| Ya fumbled all those chicks with the bucks off safety | |
| Skirt chasin what they rate me in this whole rap affair | |
| Butwhen it really comes down to it who cares | |
| Like the tortiosse and the hare ya know the race i run | |
| But ya losin all the nights, let the rabbit get the gun | |
| Number one wit a bullet and pit named black | |
| It' s the best that ever did it on a pete rock track | |
| Aye yo two cool cats who reclaim the name | |
| Pete rock and c. l. smooth in this here rap game | |
| But the good news is that there is a crew | |
| Not 5 not 4 not 3 da two | |
| In tha beginning let it be like the record spinning | |
| As a child i stack 45' s in a pile blow the dust off | |
| Put it on before i can walk | |
| Play static on my pop dukes automatic | |
| I knew i wasn' t average music in my bloodstream | |
| My pops watch his son live his dream | |
| Now as time flew the original classy rock crew | |
| Shine through on streets and avenues | |
| The next chapter you read it mc shan said it | |
| Got ta give the man behind wheels credit | |
| Yes yes y' all bls and marley marl | |
| The rap attack put my talents on the map | |
| Now it' s pete rock for days in tha basement | |
| As i amaze watch me blow in 98 ways | |
| I specialize in rap dj and produce wit more | |
| Hot tracks then carlos dejesus | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| What it look like ain' t nothin changed but the weather | |
| Still riding with c. d.' s and leather roll fives and better | |
| For all that' s folded in ya pocket how long it take | |
| To reup and clock it, drop and make a profit | |
| And lay my position with you that we know what to do | |
| And what not to do here' s my crew now you get yours to bare witness | |
| It' s nothing personal it' s business | |
| That' s my word which is my bond, behind writing ta step back | |
| And watch it all tighten stop this fighting each other | |
| God knowledge ya wis that ya know who the enemy is furthermore | |
| Don' t hide it divide it then x ya squares | |
| To keep them other cats folded like beach chairs | |
| Got an eye on that street aristocrat | |
| Let c. l. show ya where the strengths at | |
| Turn it up right here or just call the cop | |
| Cuz we on it like this to tha last stop | |
| The next humprhev bogart mastering art | |
| Like a jeweler wit a diamond cutter, take' em apart | |
| Don' t start whut ya can' t finish | |
| When ya bubble wit skills that never diminish | |
| Ya best team against mine is a light scrimmage | |
| So play like popeye and eat spinach | |
| Chorus 2x |
| zuò qǔ : Jones, McDaniels, Mizel, Penn ... | |
| Introducing c. l. then face defeats | |
| Then i remind you of third street when it was sweet | |
| See' d us move on and grow to another plateau with me and .... | |
| Havin that dough | |
| In the last days when critical times are left | |
| To deal with my grand daddy' s endeavors | |
| Whut corrected my errors the first shot came in 91 | |
| E. p. done my struggle | |
| To label this untouchable foundation due in 92 top ten review | |
| Respect new when that flew they reminisce over you | |
| Had marie too, sporting my nike' s at the door | |
| Paper saw the main ingredient l. p. in 94 | |
| Now it' s me the bold coppin toys for dolo | |
| At ease he' d rather die at his feet than live on his knees | |
| Don' t mistake the forest for trees | |
| Off course why try and climb a mountain | |
| A baby walk across in tha military mindset place ya bet | |
| Ya fumbled all those chicks with the bucks off safety | |
| Skirt chasin what they rate me in this whole rap affair | |
| Butwhen it really comes down to it who cares | |
| Like the tortiosse and the hare ya know the race i run | |
| But ya losin all the nights, let the rabbit get the gun | |
| Number one wit a bullet and pit named black | |
| It' s the best that ever did it on a pete rock track | |
| Aye yo two cool cats who reclaim the name | |
| Pete rock and c. l. smooth in this here rap game | |
| But the good news is that there is a crew | |
| Not 5 not 4 not 3 da two | |
| In tha beginning let it be like the record spinning | |
| As a child i stack 45' s in a pile blow the dust off | |
| Put it on before i can walk | |
| Play static on my pop dukes automatic | |
| I knew i wasn' t average music in my bloodstream | |
| My pops watch his son live his dream | |
| Now as time flew the original classy rock crew | |
| Shine through on streets and avenues | |
| The next chapter you read it mc shan said it | |
| Got ta give the man behind wheels credit | |
| Yes yes y' all bls and marley marl | |
| The rap attack put my talents on the map | |
| Now it' s pete rock for days in tha basement | |
| As i amaze watch me blow in 98 ways | |
| I specialize in rap dj and produce wit more | |
| Hot tracks then carlos dejesus | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| What it look like ain' t nothin changed but the weather | |
| Still riding with c. d.' s and leather roll fives and better | |
| For all that' s folded in ya pocket how long it take | |
| To reup and clock it, drop and make a profit | |
| And lay my position with you that we know what to do | |
| And what not to do here' s my crew now you get yours to bare witness | |
| It' s nothing personal it' s business | |
| That' s my word which is my bond, behind writing ta step back | |
| And watch it all tighten stop this fighting each other | |
| God knowledge ya wis that ya know who the enemy is furthermore | |
| Don' t hide it divide it then x ya squares | |
| To keep them other cats folded like beach chairs | |
| Got an eye on that street aristocrat | |
| Let c. l. show ya where the strengths at | |
| Turn it up right here or just call the cop | |
| Cuz we on it like this to tha last stop | |
| The next humprhev bogart mastering art | |
| Like a jeweler wit a diamond cutter, take' em apart | |
| Don' t start whut ya can' t finish | |
| When ya bubble wit skills that never diminish | |
| Ya best team against mine is a light scrimmage | |
| So play like popeye and eat spinach | |
| Chorus 2x |