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pete rock - 914 lyrics

[verse 1: styles p]
h-ll yea i’m pullin’ my thang out, you gettin’ banged out
b-tch n-gga, you sh-t done came out
kick it with a 914 n-gga, four n-ggas beefin’
guess what? my 914 n-ggas
i warn n-ggas like whoever will come through
my sh-t stay kicking so i’m calling it kung fu
master my own style, punk show ’em what gun do
i’m lethal like a heroin bundle, yea
the beat rocks from pete rock, the flow from the ghost from d-block
four pounds send you to esau, in other words jesus christ
man, my sh-t stick together like beans and rice
all i need is weed at nights to smoke and rhyme
and i’m probably the nicest n-gga to breathe in light
and can’t n0body prove me wrong, i’m to strong
and the motherf-ckin’ street n-ggas need me right

[hook: pete rock]
ayo f-ck what you heard and what you thought you saw
been all over the world reppin’ 914
styles p and sheek louch, they wild fo’ sure
been all over the world reppin’ 9-1-4

[verse 2: sheek louch]
raised in the ghetto singing songs for survival
late night, valhalla, rollin’ out the bible
914, every corner store got a n-gga with the raw
just bring your straw
piff by the o’s, p-ssy galore
little thief b-tches get the monkeys out the store
sh-t look real but a n-gga ain’t sure, yo
you know a real n-gga when you see him
jewelry dripping, white tee, you wanna be him
burner on him and don’t care about freedom
b-tches with him, other girls wanna’ beat him
i’m trynna’ stay alive, what up mount vernon?
rest in peace two-five, pete with the knot
who else to ask for but sheek from d-block
two guns down, calico up
i’m done here, p-ss my cup

[hook] (x2)

[verse 3: styles p]
n-gga i get fresh like easter
who wanna get sliced like pizza, while i light my reefer?
you could come through with your crew n-gga
burner go through n-ggas
one shot is knockin’ off two n-ggas
i might come through with the uzi, shoot n-ggas
filmin’ on fuji, put the sh-t in a movie
who wanna’ get burned with a loose?
black tie affair, i grown up
you get stomped with the gucci’s
you oughta’ be playin’ me two feet
i don’t need five, i gotta’ knife you ain’t leavin’ alive
i said the green and cream beamer is mine, the z8
i see hate, you get the three-eight right in your eye
yo pete, play this sh-t for the street
n-ggas l1cking they heat, got a brick in the whip on the seat
them n-ggas no different than me, so they listen to me
i understand all the sh-t that they see, what

[hook] (x2)

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