Lemme Find Out Lyrics

Lemme Find Out lyrics

Yo Pete, run that







[ VERSE 1 ]



Growin up I used to use the Afro Sheen



Knicks and Lakers was my favorite basketball teams



Underground MC, but I can bring it mainstream



Rap style being seen like muthafuckin Tom Greene



In the immortal words of Rakim, I'm a microphone fiend



Trini say 'yes, Jamaica say 'seen'



(Hold it down) gotta hold it down for Queens



(Recognize) (my name is Phife)



People still takin rappin for a joke



All they know is chips, whips, dank, hoes and smoke



What we need is raw peoples who will practice they craft



Goin hard to the extreme, why would you go half-assed?



Call me the Cal Ripken of the industry (Carl who?)



Seen rappers shine, as well as seen some hang their head in misery



No matter what whoever said, I stuck with it



Stay committted, hence the reason competition stay gettin shitted



On - what - I've held shit in for so long



(Go 'head, Phife, get your man on)



Reminiscin 'bout them school lunch tables I used to bang on



Run-D.M.C. at M.S.G. gettin they shine on



Knowin one day I'd get that chance, yo



And the reward wasn't just dough, it was when people hit the danceflo'



A way with culture lyrics or shorties singin "Can I kick it?"



Yeah, that's the ticket, go 'head, show me your Tribe spirit



Man listen, I'm here to tell it



Success was bound to come, how I know? I can smell it



Phife be sharper than an arrow



Equivalent to Pete Rock or Primo collectin vinyl



Cause it's all about the love, yo



Battle whoever whenever, let's get it on, yo



Bust that ass like no tomorrow



Just to keep the flows up to par



But nowadays none of you maggots would like to spar



But here I are, 10 years in the cut



Five albums, did three of em dope, two of them ( *disgusted sound* ) - and such
and such



But like they say, a true champ, he always rises



Phife Dawg, Da LP, full of surprises







(Lemme find out)



Y'all niggas ain't got no clout



(Lemme find out)



Y'all niggas got my name in your mouth



(Lemme find out)



Them labels lately puttin shit out



(Lemme find out)



Ah-ha



(Lemme find out)



Ah-ha



(Lemme find out)



You want me to come blow up the spot



(Lemme find out)



Y'all niggas is all in the cot



(Lemme find out)



You don't know about Pete Rock



(Lemme find out)



Ah-ha



(Lemme find out)



Ah-ha



(Lemme find out)







[ VERSE 2 ]



On my way to the club better known as One-Tweezy



Where you find them fake ballers and some hoes lookin sleazy



The place where robbin a nigga is so easy



Same club where strippers go, I think I found one to ease me



1:30 in the morning, taking it easy



This one dude's all in my shit, for a sec I thought I had tits, gee



I overheard him saying that my rap style was pussy



I'm nothin on my own, the rest were better without me



I couldn't comprehend, he said it under his breath



But when I did, no hesitation, to my business I stepped



What you say? Excuse me? Pardon? Oh, don't be a bitch, sucker



Now you wanna act shy? You know my name, muthafucka



Straight pussy nigga, oh now it's what, you don't know?



Believe me man, you can get that ass bust for sho'



Just because a nigga rappin, what you think it can't happen?



What the deal, you wanna dance? We can get straight to scrappin



Hm, I'm sayin Pete, you know the drilly, black (No doubt, son)



New York is to the fullest, we don't know how to act



But on a professional level, should I deal with this?



Like the Goodie Mob say, I'm too real for this



Work too muthafuckin hard for this, used to lie, cheat, steal for this



An innovator when it comes to this



Feed my fam with this, put clothes on they back with this



Bust my ass to be a part of this



Livin my life with this



Makin people straight rejoicin this



Aw fuck it, I'm so nice with this



I make your broad drop her drawers for this



Slit her wrist for this, and now what, punk, bitch



But fuck it yo, I ain't trippin



I know a asshole when I see one, just don't get caught slippin



So what the fuck now, nigga?



Yo, suck on ???? right here, in my pants, behind my zipper







(Lemme find out)



Y'all niggas ain't got no clout



(Lemme find out)



Y'all niggas got my name in your mouth



(Lemme find out)



Them labels lately puttin shit out



(Lemme find out)



What



(Lemme find out)



What



(Lemme find out)



You want me to come blow up the spot



(Lemme find out)



Y'all niggas is all in the cot



(Lemme find out)



You don't know about Pete Rock



(Lemme find out)



Ah



(Lemme find out)



Ah



(Lemme find out)







Yo



2000



2001, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9



Till 2000-bombaclaat-30



Ya hear me



Live life



Live long



Stay strong



I'm out



(No doubt, son)