Niggaz Know - Pete Rock, J Dilla

Woo!

Yeah, uh-huh

Uhh, turn it up, turn it up baby

Brand new, world premier

Pete Rock, ahh, Dilla Dawg

Jay Dee, yeah

Bring your crew dawgs

I got a crew we call cake boys — why?

Cause we like to get dough

The seaside boy be in the bar watchin hoes get low

Dilla Dawg and Pe-ter, skeet skeet

Spit shit on the track like Dog in _Beat Street_

When y’all need heat, just check the credits

Cause Pay J, gon' send a check next day FedEx

Yes J said it nigga, beats for trucks

Goin up in four months, need at least a buck

The way I rock ice you would think my name was Peter

Bitches tongues out like back in the day in the theatres (woo!)

And the heaters is kept where they supposed ta

Smoke ya like the welcome poster

And Dilla got killers that’ll gat your boy like Reese’s pop

Keep knots like a crumb snatcher boy

When these two niggas collab', these niggas collapse

Cause see it gets no hotter, holla at’cha boy

Yeah, I spit fire at that ass

Many often wonder will hip-hop still last

Cause I’m the one they call the Boy Wonder

Fuckin with J-Dilla, rappin niggas, know how I feel-a

Yo, this is not child’s play

Similar to a gat when my mind spray

I spit rhymes like a pro son, rappin shogun

I lunge at you niggas with a bolo punch

It’s the, Boy Wonder at the cruise control

Are you really ready for some super dynamite SOUL

Relax, let me spark the L

And leave smoke on the track as the tires peel

When I rock what’s real niggas appeal to that

13 in the game, makin classic rap

And stay elusive, a lot of y’all fake-ass niggas

Wish you can do this, passion from the heart makes you true in this

Music, #1 sound, overground

Make haste on the freeway like the Greyhound

And avoid these clowns and let real niggas know

Pete Rock blast off in 2004, uhh

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