World Renown

[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 2 G [Hook: Pete Rock] {x2} 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 till your motherfucking ears explode [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 Taking a bat race while I celebrate to a 24 bottle cases and plates All drinks drunk straight And don't nothing get chased except for homeboy on the left Smoking on that stress out my place Yo, yo bat guns defend my gates Pour out some liquor for Klate 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] [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 chop To the skull Could never be dull Have the bitches up on it and niggas like, "Yo That's Large Professor" oh yeah and I'ma let you know On like the metronome where ever 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 OT and 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] [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 T 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 shots the bullshit Money, let's stop the bullshit Next stop's the bull pen so bring the hook back in [Hook] [Scratching] "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" "A.G." "A to the fucking G"