Fakin Jax Cookin Soul

[Letra de "Fakin Jax"]

[Intro: Pete Rock]
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, Ah
Check it out
InI is in the house
Rob-O, Grap Luva
Ras, Marco Polo, (Cookin Soul)
With the PR
To all ya fake ass thugs out there
Talking 'bout you got this and you got that
And you gon' murder this one and murder that one
Talking all that bullshit, I'mma put to you like this yo
Check it out

[Verse 1: Pete Rock]
As I commence lyrical content, now bust the grammar
Niggas tryin' to make me flip out like David Banner
Bustin' out the garments, slammin shit like Onyx
When I'm vex I flex and turn green like the chronic
When I bug out, you bound to get snuffed out for frontin'
Busy deceivin', achievin' nothin'
If you can't walk the walk, don't talk the talk
It's Pete Rock and InI comin' straight from New York
Now all the setups you thought you stepped up to get your rep up
The joke's on you jack (True dat, word)
'Cause when I came through the door
My mind was thinkin all out war
I'mma settle the score, once and for all
Ain't no time for fakin' jax when it's time for makin' stacks
I'm droppin' bombs like acts in The Bible with my recital
So recline like a passenger seat, son, relax
As I take you to the max, homeboy, you fakin ji-dax