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Rock Pete Beef

(feat. Krumbsnatcha) [Chorus: x2] Y'all don't want, beef No y'all don't want, that Get caught up in these streets Get shot up by them heats [Krumbsnatcha

the low... I see your tail waggin', dog [Verse 1] Copywrite, you don't wanna fight, this here's a mic Let me show your bitch ass how to rock it right

I rock the lle' And chop the lle' to push bricks through your block a day I'll bring terror to your squad and make you rock away Don't depend on tomorrow

m like Rush in "Krush Groove," a nigga that bust moves right out, and tuck tools, bullets that bust dudes Ain't no beef in the briefcase, just beef for Pete

addict, you need Detox Hopefully you make it out in time to be on Detox Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I bought 3 blocks My *CL* so *Smooth*, it should of came with Pete Rock

hurt him tie him up to trees and shoot poisonous darts at him with venom in it to murder him servin' him right D.P. Kon Artis, swervin tonite we rock

from a cold kneck What you figure when you livin' by the trigger That's how it is when your fuckin' wit a Street Nigga [Hook: Pete Rock and DJ Premier

and jetted cross the street Death was my first instinct, I had to stop and think Smiling faces always remember, they rock ya ass to sleep Disregard this

dawn) Yeah (To da break of dawn) I say keep on (To da break of dawn) Just wanted to funk it up a little bit My man Pete Rock is up in the crib Youknowmsayin