INI - FAKIN JAX LYRICS
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featuring Pete Rock
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Verse One: Pete Rock
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Check it out
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As I commence lyrical content now bust the grammar
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Niggaz tryin to make flip out like David Banner
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Bustin out the garments slammin shit like Onyx
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When I'm vex I flex and turn green like the chronic
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When I bug out you bound to get snuffed out for frontin
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Busy deceivin achievin nothin
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If you can't walk the walk, don't talk the talk
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It's Pete Rock and InI comin straight from New York
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Now all the setups you thought you stepped up to get your rep up
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The joke's on you jack (true dat, word)
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Cause when I came through the door my mind was thinkin all out war
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I'ma settle the score, once and for all
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Ain't no time for fakin jax when it's time for makin stacks
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I'm droppin bombs like acts in the bible with my recital
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So recline like a passenger seat Son, relax
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As I take you to the max, homeboy you fakin ji-dax
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Chorus
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Verse Two: InI
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Yeah, check it
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You never success or progress
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Searchin for peace through material objects
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You go to extremes in the process
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Acuse others, when it's you showin your true colors
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Busy sellin your dreams, but all your cream
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Contributes to your lack of self-esteem
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So it would seem, cause every day of the week, you act different
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You see your peoples, you speak, your eyes shifted
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Frontin what Son you love to perform
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But when the crowd's gone, word is bond, you get your merc on
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Is this the real definition of what a snake is
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Y'all should of been politicians, that's where the cake is, but
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It didn't work with the fake ass smirk
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See the meek shall inherit the earth, for what it's worth, uhh
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Turn around yo you backwards, you know what the facts is
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You fakin jax kid
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Chorus
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Verse Three: InI
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Your blood
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You're worth lead if you can't bring home the cake to get the youths fed
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We used to harvest now it's work instead
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So, to get ahead to hit the nail on the head, it's hard work
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Cause America jerks, takin tax and perks out the check
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So father sweats from workin for the next
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Just to connect, so man listen
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A comfortable position's what I'm after
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So all the while, I'm preparin myself to meet the master
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Check it, so we suggest you put a F on your chest
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A wolf in sheep's clothing's what describes you best
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Nevertheless, I roast your ass like chestnuts
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I got guts plus cuts from Pete Rock
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and it don't stop, the ghetto mass' in your grill
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If you lack the will to step up then please chill
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On the real, real brothers got each others backs
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While all these phony niggaz keep on fakin the jax
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It's like that
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Chorus
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fakin' jax
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