Once Upon a Time (Pete Rock Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Pete Rock] What? What? One, two (Yeah) Check it out with the Slum Vill crew (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) PR, you know what I mean? (No doubt) Back and forth on the scene (What? What?) Check it out, yo [Verse 1: Pete Rock] I'm on a mission, I hold the pen and stay twistin' The competition, my street cats will stay listenin' Detroit to New York, I still walk the walk (What?) Control dancehall, chillin in my B-boy stance, y'all Never was known to be an MC (Uh-huh) I still rip and flip crowds into a frenzy (Yeah) By usin' tight words, I incite herbs to bite Bum rush your mic tech, play this only at night Coincide with the mic, take flight and do tours (Pause) I separate mines from yours I look you up and as I stare in your face You seem stunned, remember me? The one you got your idea from (What?) Yeah, I'm right here, son, straight out the slum Makin' tracks for dough, gettin' paid to do shows So when I blow (Blow), y'all niggas respect my flow (Uh-huh) Ayo, I'm nice with the pill and I rock with Slum Vill So what you want? [Interlude: Pete Rock] Yeah, yeah, what you want, y'all? What? What? What? What? Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Yeah, check it out, what? [Verse 2: Jay Dee & Pete Rock] Ayo, listen, uh-uh, we on a mission If you don't know, it's time for up-and-coming competition (Man) And the fact that you're missing (Uh-huh), is that you should be wishing That we don't come to your territory, ayo, listen (What? What? Ooh) You get in where you fit in, nigga, ayo, listen (Uh-huh) Your whole crew is categorized under fiction (Uh) Y'all known for ass kissin', for all y'all niggas dissin' Y'all can drink up, sip up out this Gucci cup that I pissed in (Aw, yeah) The bad boy like the Pistons, B-boy like you wish you was (Yeah) Stay out the kitchen, it's gettin' too hot Slum Vill and Pete Rock (What?), makin' the industry rot (Yeah) We are the masters like NASA to the astronauts So what you want? (What?) [Interlude: Pete Rock] Slum Vill, Pete Yo [Verse 3: T3 & Pete Rock] It's like we first relate a verse and now we rock with the beat (Uh-huh) It's just another casualty for the S and the V (Woo) It's like action's what we give and receive Best do believe we got some shit up our sleeve (Uh) Some shit to dance to (What?), some shit that intrigue (Uh-huh) Some shit if you was dyin', it could help you breathe (Breathe) Make the handicap nigga exceed with speed (Haha) It's like totally with the rhymes with the V (Woo) Do this for D-E-T in the place to be (What?) Can't forget the rest, R-O-I-T McNicholas, baby, what else could it be? (Alright) Please, lace me with some scratches from Pete (From Pete, uh) [Interlude] Mikal like word up (Word up) And this the S, y'all PR, McNicholas, Mount Vernon (The S, the S, the S, the S, the S, the S, the S) Straight up [Verse 4: Baatin & Pete Rock] In the beginning, it was the S, never no lame shit Motherfuckers traveled for miles to McNich (Uh-huh, woo) We kick rhymes, we know they never sound like yours (Step up), to the mic lookin' like cheap drawers (Uh-huh) Fuck this rap shit, I'm too smart for that (For that) I do this shit for kicks with my crew (What?), believe that The S is on the way to makin' MCs quit (Uh) I shoot the kinda rhymes to make the MCs duck (Say what?) On the mic, I never fight, I'll call an angel of war Slice an MC with my palm, a lyrical sword (Uh) You really wanna battle? You must be ill, ill (Ill, kid) Well, it's the S, numero uno, I'm in your favorite The negroes makin' the music that you run out to get (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Now this is nevertheless, nuclear bomb shit McNicholas is earnin' money on some Mount Vernon shit [Outro: Pete Rock] Mount Vernon shit, say what? It's the Slum Vill Straight from Detroit Money-earnin' Mount Vernon, rock on To my nigga Jay Dee, rock on Can't forget my nigga S, rock on Can't forget my nigga T3, rock on Yo, rap lover in the place, rock on Hey What? Slum Vill and we out No doubt for '98 Settin' you straight [Skit] Enjoy all of your favorite songs by the wonderful voice whom we all love, Louis Armstrong It's been so long since I had you, baby I'ma tell you I'm feelin' so sorry, so sorry "Missing You" by Diana Ross I'm missing you And The Artist Formerly Known as Prince with "Die For You" I would die for you, you Tell me if you'd do it for me And his own jazz, "All That Jazz" And this one, he features Morris Day himself with "What Do I Do?" Tell me, what do I do? (What do I? Come on now) What? (Do I do?) To order this remarkable cassette or compact disc, send check or money order to Donut Boy Recordings, 34031 Conant Gardens, Detroit, Michigan For "Louis's Alive and He Takes Over the World" For more information, dial 1-800-413