Best Believe Pete Rock (Ft. LD (2) & Redman)

[Intro: Redman]
Ay, you already know what it is, nigga
Lemme tell you something (Fuck that)
(Ay, fuck them Gilla House niggas)
Ay, what you talkin' about bitch I'm a pimp
(Ay, fuck you) You goddamn right
I'mma do it like this

[Verse 1: Redman]
I tie up my Air Nikes, prepare for the mic
Straight throwin' up the bike on Jersey Turnpike (VROOOM)
Get at me, the Doctor is fine
Cadillac transform into Optimus Prime
I ain't lyin', I'm the future satellite dish on the Coupe
Wanna be hood down, I'll recruit ya
I talk with slang, that swang like Slick Rick chain
King Tut's my new nickname
I'm at the Knicks game when it's on
I get Nuggets so I'm there with a Carmelo uniform
I jerk to a porn then I'm off to work
Train to box you in like Buddy McGirt
Expert got the Draft not Miller
I hustle my flows like weed you know the bags got bigger
NIGGA! Boy a puss
If the pen run outta ink, I kill another octopus
Got the house like Dane Cook; Red, L & Pete Rock
The pressure make the wiz blow on the teapot
Since 19, I had detox
I was rockin' Reebok's, copying the Human Beat Box
Now I'm from the East Side all grown up
Places I played in, nigga, all sewn up
I'm chasin' that dream 'till I'm at the Garden
On a thousand foot screen in red monkey JEANS!!