歌詞

Show off records presents (Yeah)
Cassidy
(The hustler)
Saigon and Termanology
My name is Statik Selaktah (Yeah)
And yo cash said it all
Stick to the script
When I was drug dealing man (Yeah)
I made a killing man (Yeah)
I'm not broke, I cop coke by the kilogram
Fuck how your feeling, man (What?)
I'm a villain man, and I'll kill a man
Air him out like a ceiling fan
I might not of went platinum, but I'm still the man (Yup)
And every cat that platinum is still a fan (Yup)
When I was a kid, I was a big Thriller fan (Yup)
But now a days Michael Jackson ain't still the man
He fell off and let Chris Brown steal his fans (Damn)
And Soldier Boy big too 'cause they feel his dance (Yup)
Hip-hop on life support, but it's still a chance
It can survive, it's alive, it ain't died yet
Big and Pac ain't alive, but I ain't died yet
I'm about to dissect the Dutch 'cause I ain't high yet
I wear a lot of jewels, but I ain't get robbed yet
'Cause I bear arms like guys with big biceps
Ain't nobody gonna stop me now
Yes
And on the, and on the way to the top
'Cause we gonna take it to the top
Get the money, that's it, stick to the script
Just givin' it all we got
And on the way, and on the, and on the way to the top
Givin' it all we got
Givin' it all we got
We gonna take it to the top
Get the money, that's it stick to the script
And rockin' it how we rock
Don't get it fucked up, I ain't in it to entertain
Ain't in it for the fame, ain't in it to get a name
I am what many consider a spitter of flame
What **** done did to the game, the shit is a shame
Everybody's shit is the same
99.99% of **** lyrics is lame
When I spit the room temperature change
You would swear I inherited 2pac's soul, both Christopher's brain
Mindstate of The Rock, wittyness of Lamont
Spirit of the sidewalk, grittyness of the block
Wanna play gorilla for what?
Trauma with Saigon, shit will get uglier than Atilla the Hun
I'll catch you with an ill uppercut
Then watch your nose bleed enough blood for you to fill up a cup
Yup
You don't want the nine mil to erupt
Jump out the back of truck like what up
Commenced to clappin' you up
What the fuck?
Ain't nobody gonna stop me now
And on the, and on the way to the top
'Cause we gonna take it to the top
Get the money, that's it, stick to the script
Just givin' it all we got
And on the way, and on the, and on the way to the top
Givin' it all we got
Givin' it all we got
We gonna take it to the top
Get the money, that's it stick to the script
And rockin' it how we rock
Ayo my flow's like a ten to ten
Throwed of the medicine
And my bags come back fat like Eminem
Nobody could body me, throw me in the ring with them
Simpleton rap cats, like Owen Hart, I'm killin' them
We three of the last alive, Ology, Cass and Sai
Mastermind cats known for giving you classic lines
I might of not have went platinum, but I'll snatch the shine
Off of any platinum rap cat with this plastic nine
I rhyme gritty like Saigitty and Sean-Piddy
Who wanna rhyme with me, my **** my minds silly
I'm from a fast city like Philly, the Cass city
My tracks witty, I snatch Fizzy to mash with me
I take an eight of dro turn it to an acre slow
Make a O, bake a O, homie this the wake up show
That's how I spit, all these chicks on my dick
You just switch for the chips, I just stick to the
Script
Ain't nobody gonna stop me now
And on the, and on the way to the top
'Cause we gonna take it to the top
Get the money, that's it, stick to the script
Just givin' it all we got
And on the way, and on the, and on the way to the top
Givin' it all we got
Givin' it all we got
We gonna take it to the top
Get the money, that's it stick to the script
And rockin' it how we rock
Statik Selektah
Show off
Yeah stick to the script
Written by: Barry Reese
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