Once Upon a Time (Pete Rock Remix) Slum Village (Ft. Pete Rock)
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[Intro]
We gon rock a man cause we got the fresh tho
Ayo, 1, 2
T3, and you don't, uh (One-one-one-one time)
Jay Dee, and you don't, uh, uh (Two-two ti-times)
Baatin, and you don't, Slum Vill (three-three ti-times)
Pete Rock, and you cancel (four times!)
[Verse 1: Pete Rock]
Yo, I'm on a mission, I hold the pen and stay twisted
The competition my street cats will stay listening (word up)
Detroit to New York, I still walk the walk
Control dancehall, chillin in my b-boy stance y'all
Never was known to be an emcee
I still rip and flip crowds into a frenzy
Reciting facts shit, and it's like herbs to bite
Bum rush your mic tech, play this only at night
Coincide with the mic take flight above shores (word 'em up)
I separate mines from yours
I look ya up and as I stare in your face
Your big mind's on a hum (hum)
The one you got your idea from
Yeah I'm right here son, and straight out the slum
Makin tracks for dough, gettin paid to do shows
So when I blow (what), y'all niggas respect my flow
Ay yo I'm nice with the pill and I rock with Slum Vill
So what you want, Thun?
We gon rock a man cause we got the fresh tho
Ayo, 1, 2
T3, and you don't, uh (One-one-one-one time)
Jay Dee, and you don't, uh, uh (Two-two ti-times)
Baatin, and you don't, Slum Vill (three-three ti-times)
Pete Rock, and you cancel (four times!)
[Verse 1: Pete Rock]
Yo, I'm on a mission, I hold the pen and stay twisted
The competition my street cats will stay listening (word up)
Detroit to New York, I still walk the walk
Control dancehall, chillin in my b-boy stance y'all
Never was known to be an emcee
I still rip and flip crowds into a frenzy
Reciting facts shit, and it's like herbs to bite
Bum rush your mic tech, play this only at night
Coincide with the mic take flight above shores (word 'em up)
I separate mines from yours
I look ya up and as I stare in your face
Your big mind's on a hum (hum)
The one you got your idea from
Yeah I'm right here son, and straight out the slum
Makin tracks for dough, gettin paid to do shows
So when I blow (what), y'all niggas respect my flow
Ay yo I'm nice with the pill and I rock with Slum Vill
So what you want, Thun?
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