pain Z & strife

(feat. Pete Rock, Phife Dawg)
[Phife]
Now in this hip-hop world I happen to live in, heads be bitching
Its a wonder that when the punks walk, they dont be switching
Someone always got something to say, and I be itching
To verbally bust their whole fucking frame, I aint kidding
Nothing wack over here, moneygrip, Im always hitting
And being that my name is Phife Dawg, I just be shitting
All over the track by Diamond, fuck a rumor
If you try to bite this style you might catch a brain tumor
Nowadays its eather the Heather or cheddar, fuck the babbling
Put your money where your mouth is or therell be no battling
Dont play yourself and get dissed by Malik, its too embarassing
Take it straight to your face like Vin Rock, fuck the Samaritans
Im out to get the cheddar, no deals, I aint having it
Never to work again in my life, fuck Blake Harrington
East Coast representation, as well as West
Rub daddy speak, better listen, diggey knows best
[Diamond]
Im swerving on MCs with these degrees
The only cheese youve seen is from promotional fees, please
I dont congregate with small timers
I leave you scratching your head like Alzheimers
In a corner with four-timers smoking pretty women
With this city rhythm I get witty with them
Big D a.k.a. Ben Grin, I send men defending
You run home and then send
Your whole team back, scoped out I lean back
Focused on greenbacks, niggas want to see me in green slacks
Upstate doinga bid
But I got plans reclined at the Sands
With my team, in the name of cream
Sipping on Jim Beam, still scoped your scheme
It seems to me, its obvious, it seems to be jealousy
Fuck it if it means the beat
Cause I dream to be the next one on the top
I might blow up, but I wont go pop
Fuck the props, I want to breeze with the cheese
And my squeeze in the Florida Keys
Pains and strife, let me live my life
Born into a world thats trife
Like a knife I cut through the mazes
State to state smashing down stages, overcome with... [x2]
[Diamond]
Im off the hook, no more working off the book
I often look at how MCs turn soft and book
Look, you couldnt fade this renegade
>From when its made, plus your rhymes are minute made
Whats the deal, for real I watch you
Got you under my skin like Sinatra
Raise the stakes , see I believe it pays to make
A thousand ways to take your tasty cake
[Pete Rock]
Hit the spotlight, and let me get right
Crowd anticipation when we rock the mic
Its like sex, good to the very last nut
Every word that we say, every cliche
So check the survery, Phife Dawg rhyming with Diamond
Niggas get astounded, all simple like Simon
Cream , working on plots and schemes
To hit big clientel to the fullest, so represent, kid
Pains and strife, let me live my life
Born into a world thats trife
Like a knife I cut through the mazes
State to state smashing down stages, overcome with... [x2]