Pete Rock - Nasty Scene lyrics

Verse 1: Protect yourself if you feel that you're flamin' and rainin' But I'm gainin' on your whole style of gamin' Aimin' for the head this time, and I'm dead up Straight up; I'm fed up, lookin' for the set up I'm ready for the brawlin' But this stallin', so what's up? I'm callin' you out, put up or shut the f** up Fakin' the funk is your M.O., I do a demo Twist up the L, make it sell with the stem-o Call up a shorty; snatch up a forty On the way to the rest; bumpin the Quest True, right, so if you know act like it But keep it to yourself before a n***a gets excited Please don't be misguided, you bited And I'ma have to diss ya, understand Mister? I've takin' no shorts in the 95 year, so A Nasty Scene might cost a little green Hook (x4) I wonder do you love it enough? And my mentality is money-orientated Verse 2: Ayo, Peep this, some n***as is brained washed, they're not MCs They had themselves to believe all these fantasies So plan to see a lot of me in your writin' days My ? is ? cause I a**ist you out this little phase Crime pays in the ghetto; call me Hot Metal Undo the Devil, step into the next level A rap rebel doing damage on the double To a crowd or a couple; seeking, speaking trouble Bust a bubble on the humble, but major like murder Makin' moves on grooves, breakin' laws and jaws of fools' On a mission like that day ?? My box play and rewind, I feel the ba** line Rippin' the tune, another child of the moon So meet your doom, as the flavor n***a boom It's like that for sure, in this game I got the high score A Nasty Scene might cost a little green Verse 3: Legitimate, so lets get right down to the nit The grit, the original 16 Hits Incredibly quick to bust your dick Rollin' mad thick with my cypher, my clique I figure some n***as might front you know Feeling they oats, poppin' sh** on the low But keepin' on riffin and mumblin' you end up rumblin' Trippin' n' stumblin'.. Ha! I got the whole 9, but I'm not fumblin' You'll get sacked like Jack, came tumblin' Down the motherf**in' hill, for real And when he lands at the bottom I'll be waitin' there to stomp him In or out, you know what I'm about I'm talkin' with ends, I got friends in high places The loot, it got a tight grip on others So, a Nasty Scene might cost a little green