Fakin’ Jax Pete Rock & InI

[Intro: Pete Rock]
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, uh!
Check it out
InI is in the house
Rob-O, Grap Luva, Ras, Marco Polo
With the P.R
To all y'all fake ass thugs out there
Talkin' 'bout you got this and you got that
And you gon' murder this one and murder that one
Talkin' 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 vexed, 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 set-ups you thought you stepped up to get your rep up (What?)
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' jid-ax