Don't Be Mad (Pete Rock)

You niggas hate me because I live like a champion I'm eating scampian shrimp And the vehicles I'm lampin' in you can't be in I'm the one like Mr. Anderson Rappers can't handle them I hand em' a handkerchief and hang of shit, it's Pete Rock The nigga you should be hangin' with, bangin' with But you havin' problems trying to tame your chick And I know it makes you sick, see me in the six With your chick bumpin' my shit singing high pitched She on her side kick, telling her girls we got that hot shit Boppin' like "Who made the beat? " Green Lantern bitch Yeah, so pay the nigga homage, I'm about them dollars I could pay for you to go to college Sometimes a little modest but yo I'm no trick, girl Collect cash is the motto Ya'll quick fast tryna come up in my world This is grown man BI and y'all just squirrels Don't be mad because you can't do what I can Like when Jordan went up took that shot and switched hands (With his tongue out) Don't be mad 'cause you not me I'm the f**kin' poster boy for the MPC my nigga I had to spit this verse for the world and the rest of y'all boys Rest in peace to Trouble T Roy Usually produce a hit record now I'm making the noise Calm and poise, got inflection in my voice Should be the choice to make the people respect the movement I did it dog of course I know what I'm doing Pursuing what got tossed in the wind There was a point in time me, Puff, Eddie and C.L. was friends Hef set trends and put the hood on But you know the hood is hood and the hood will do wrong I ain't Rodney King so I don't care if we don't get along The point of the song is to make the wrongs right You at the top of your career but you not at your hype D. Mac on Scotty G keep my hairline tight Roll a backwood over a dutch, the shop is exit ten of the hutch I spit this verse for unique two, five and dutch Reminiscing when I got the name Rock Round the same time Hef still lived on my block The game flipped flopped and shit got controversial Everyman for himself, I guess we going to commercial Get it crunk, do your thing like Camron Pete Rock coming with heat and that's word bond Beastin' on the track like I lost my Akon New York, New York, bring it back to the east dog I'm tryna make ends meet, stay true to the street Kill them with the beats, make stacks and still eat This is for my son E and the rest of my family Holla at your boy PR be the recipe My nigga Green Lantern one time for your mind Yeah, taking hip hop by storm once again Legendary status, y'all niggas, one