World Renown

Lyrics

[Intro: Pete Rock] Recognize, cats (Yeah, yeah... 1, 2) Yeah, what? Uh-huh We hitting you off with the ill underground shit My nigga Tommy Tee with the capital P to the E-T-E R-O-C-K What? Eryday we rock like this yaknahmean? For the '98, '99, straight to 2G [Hook: Pete Rock] We hit you off with the underground, pound for pound Rock from state to state, son, world renown Make cream across the globe, cock back and reload Hip-Hop 'til your motherfucking ears explode We hit you off with the underground, pound for pound Rock from state to state, son, world renown Make cream across the globe, cock back and reload Hip-Hop 'til your motherfucking ears explode – what [Verse 1: Mike Zoot] From the old school to new school, no school rule Fuck staff and the students, I was influenced by the truant Number one with a dum dum like guns was cool Jewel dropped every one and a half bar on the stool The star by which they drool, girls moisten, I hoisten Skirts off they waist, in the place they friend pointing Mike Z-Double, always in some trouble But it's gon' be some puddles, bust lips, and eyes bubbles And a cold piece of steak on your face Making a bat race while I celebrate to a 24 bottle case and plates All drinks drunk straight And don't nothing get chased except for homeboy on the left (Yo, money...) Smoking on that stress out my place (Yo, yo!) Mad guns defend my gates Pour out some liquor for Clayt And Little Shawn is gone The same shit goes on Like a long, long song until I touch it for a taste And got to go back into play [Hook: Pete Rock] We hit you off with the underground, pound for pound Rock from state to state, son, world renown Make cream across the globe, cock back and reload Hip-Hop 'til your motherfucking ears explode We hit you off with the underground, pound for pound Rock from state to state, son, world renown Make cream across the globe, cock back and reload Hip-Hop 'til your motherfucking ears explode – what [Verse 2: Large Professor] Yo it's the actual factual, gigantic maximum Hot rhymes, smart nigga with heart So I show love and bless rap niggas and rep that Real deal Hip-Hop even with my shit chopped To the skull Could never be dull Have the bitches up on it and the niggas like, "Yo! That's Large Professional" Yeah, and I'ma let you know On like the metronome wherever I roam Mad shout outs and cheers for your ceremony I'm never phony I'm live and direct, son, ya know me The kid that rocks Spanks and get lots of checks Been in every building, been in every projects Been O.T. overseas with officials Speaking of big shit, you front, I might diss you Had both feet in this game from day one Acknowledge it, niggas, stay rough and don't polish it [Hook: Pete Rock] We hit you off with the underground, pound for pound Rock from state to state, son, world renown Make cream across the globe, cock back and reload Hip-Hop 'til your motherfucking ears explode We hit you off with the underground, pound for pound Rock from state to state, son, world renown Make cream across the globe, cock back and reload Hip-Hop 'til your motherfucking ears explode – what [Verse 3: AG] Check, there ain't many that can scorch A.  G. – it's funny how they all say The Giant is greater Everyday and all day, from New York to Norway Puff mud the raw way Get brain, fuck the foreplay It's Tee productions, I lay heat on percussions Word up, all y'all rappers can keep on trucking I can't be scorched Raps even get the panties off I step off and floss like Randy Moss Did I really mention, I get head like Billy Clinton? Tell you the beef is dead when it really isn't And the police harass us on the block for no reas' Now-a-days, shit'll get hot, we won't leave I'm holding like you holding Throw it like you throw it Straight head shots, 'cause my vest stops the bullshit Money, let's stop the bullshit Next stop's the bullpen, so bring the hook back in [Hook: Pete Rock] We hit you off with the underground, pound for pound Rock from state to state, son, world renown Make cream across the globe, cock back and reload Hip-Hop 'til your motherfucking ears explode We hit you off with the underground, pound for pound Rock from state to state, son, world renown Make cream across the globe, cock back and reload Hip-Hop 'til your motherfucking ears explode – what [Outro: Tommy Tee scratches] "Worldwide" "Pete Rock" "Taking you worldwide, so bust it" "Worldwide" "Mike Zoot" "We on the clock, shit'll start before it stops" "Worldwide" "I'm called the Mad Scientist, Extra P" "Worldwide" "The A. to the G." "The A. to the fucking G."