The PJ’s Pete Rock (Ft. Masta Killa & Raekwon)

[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo man get ya ass in here man
You know the fucking Police looking for you man?
Come on man, them niggas just left here man
Come on man, you know we got mad fucking blow
Up in the motherfucking lab son
This nigga's off the hook man
Yo, Chef talk to these niggas man

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
We're bagging ounces in the back of the Maz'
Ostrich on, Woolrich's, three Quarter-ness, Adidas with Stan Smith's
The grant's on the Stove, and Aunt Lo about to come to the Lab-o
She giving me some credit for clothes
That's the slang work for bricks, dicks
Analyse you never know who looking
It's deranged world, where snitches is enterprising
Black Man hold on, like magnums in the wind
Cause when it get cold, parole give a homey like ten
What's the prognosis; drugs, guns and ounces of goldfish
Fly reefer outta town, bitches is stone six
And birds back with 18 and played C.R.E.A.M, gray beam
It's lean new Adidas jackets, flipping up small dean
Visualizing portraits, fresh cuts, brand new Porsche's
Going with hand-to-hand, serving the Source
Yo, running from the Police, this day-to-day lifestyle
Where niggas get arraigned, and get chain, it's like a cycle
Blaow!!