InI - Fakin' Jax lyrics

[Verse One: Pete Rock] Check it out As I commence lyrical content now bust the grammar n***as tryin to make me flip out like David Banner Bustin out the garments slammin sh** like Onyx When I'm vex I flex and turn green like the chronic When I bug out you bound to get snuffed out for frontin Busy deceivin achievin nothin If you can't walk the walk, don't talk the talk It's Pete Rock and InI comin straight from New York Now all the setups you thought you stepped up to get your rep up The joke's on you jack (true dat, word) Cause when I came through the door my mind was thinkin all out war I'mma settle the score, once and for all Ain't no time for fakin jax when it's time for makin stacks I'm droppin bombs like acts in the bible with my recital So recline like a pa**enger seat Son, relax As I take you to the max, homeboy you fakin ji-dax [Hook: Pete Rock x2] Ain't no time for fakin jax Stop fakin jax Brothers that fake jax get laid on they back [Verse Two: Rob-O] Yeah, check it You'll never succeed or progress Searchin for peace through material objects You go to extremes in the process Accuse others, when it's you showin your true colors Busy sellin your dreams, but all your cream Contributes to your lack of self-esteem So it would seem, cause every day of the week, you act different You see your peoples, you speak, your eyes shifted Frontin what Son you love to perform But when the crowd's gone, word is bond, you get your merc on Is this the real definition of what a snake is Y'all should of been politicians, that's where the cake is, but It didn't work with the fake a** smirk See the meek shall inherit the earth, for what it's worth, uhh Turn around yo you backwards, you know what the facts is You fakin jax kid [Hook] [Verse Three: I Love H.I.M.] Yo blood Your worth lead if you can't bring home the cake to get the youths fed We used to harvest now it's work instead So, to get ahead to hit the nail on the head, it's hard work Cause America jerks, takin tax and perks out the check So father sweats from workin for the next Just to connect, so man listen A comfortable position's what I'm after So all the while, I'm preparin myself to meet the master [Verse Four: Grap Luva] Check it So we suggest you put a F on your chest A wolf in sheep's clothing's what describes you best Nevertheless, I roast your a** like chestnuts I got guts plus cuts from Pete Rock And it don't stop, the ghetto maths in your grill If you lack the will to step up then please chill On the real, real brothers got each others backs While all these phony n***as keep on fakin the jax It's like that [Hook]