Don't Be Mad Lyrics - Pete Rock

You niggas hate me because I live like a champion 

I'm eating scampian shrimp 

And the vehicles I'm lampin' in you can't be in 

I'm the one like Mr. Anderson 

Rappers can't handle them 

I hand em' a handkerchief and hang of shit, it's Pete Rock 

The nigga you should be hangin' with, bangin' with 

But you havin' problems trying to tame your chick 

And I know it makes you sick, see me in the six 

With your chick bumpin' my shit singing high pitched 

She on her side kick, telling her girls we got that hot shit 

Boppin' like "Who made the beat? " Green Lantern bitch 

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Yeah, so pay the nigga homage, I'm about them dollars 

I could pay for you to go to college 

Sometimes a little modest but yo I'm no trick, girl 

Collect cash is the motto 

Ya'll quick fast tryna come up in my world 

This is grown man BI and y'all just squirrels 

Don't be mad because you can't do what I can 

Like when Jordan went up took that shot and switched hands 

(With his tongue out) 

Don't be mad 'cause you not me 

I'm the fuckin' poster boy for the MPC my nigga 

I had to spit this verse for the world and the rest of y'all boys 

Rest in peace to Trouble T Roy 

Usually produce a hit record now I'm making the noise 

Calm and poise, got inflection in my voice 

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Should be the choice to make the people respect the movement 

I did it dog of course I know what I'm doing 

Pursuing what got tossed in the wind 

There was a point in time me, Puff, Eddie and C.L. was friends 

Hef set trends and put the hood on 

But you know the hood is hood and the hood will do wrong 

I ain't Rodney King so I don't care if we don't get along 

The point of the song is to make the wrongs right 

You at the top of your career but you not at your hype 

D. Mac on Scotty G keep my hairline tight 

Roll a backwood over a dutch, the shop is exit ten of the hutch 

I spit this verse for unique two, five and dutch 

Reminiscing when I got the name Rock 

Round the same time Hef still lived on my block 

The game flipped flopped and shit got controversial 

Everyman for himself, I guess we going to commercial 

Get it crunk, do your thing like Camron 

Pete Rock coming with heat and that's word bond 

Beastin' on the track like I lost my Akon 

New York, New York, bring it back to the east dog 

I'm tryna make ends meet, stay true to the street 

Kill them with the beats, make stacks and still eat 

This is for my son E and the rest of my family 

Holla at your boy PR be the recipe 

My nigga Green Lantern one time for your mind 

Yeah, taking hip hop by storm once again 

Legendary status, y'all niggas, one