Stop the Show
M.O.P., The Alchemist, Stat Quo
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Yeah, Stat Quo, nigga (Woo) Alchemist, I love this thang (Come on) Yeah (Woo) do a little something like (yeah) Do a little something like (yeah) Yeah, fake niggas (yeah) Yeah (yeah) , Stat Quo in this mug, my word my bond Put that on err ounce of blood Born and raised in the mud, love is love Therefore, now a nigga got on They seem to care a lot more Fair weather bring the snakes in My third eye open I can see through they fake skin And you ain't a friend of mine You only show up when it's dinnertime And eating weak benefit's Trying to take mine You been a bitch, bottom line, huh You ain't none of my kinfolk You ain't ride when a nigga was dead broke All these brand new niggas trying To join the squad Can't infiltrate this thang of ours I seeing what they tryna do, believe me I'm watching they moves Y'all motherfuckers must got Stat confused Like the squad won't smoke squares Like a box of Kools Ludacris talk a make a nigga act a fool, yeah When the thugs come out, the slugs come out Shawty, when the dubs come out Them hoes come out Soon as the checks come in, the snakes appear Watch when the cash go up, they disappear (Come on) When the thugs come out, the slugs come out Shawty, when the dubs come out Them hoes come out Soon as the checks come in, the snakes appear Watch when the cash go up, they disappear Ayy (Ayy) , Ayy (Ayy, ayy) It seems like it's that jewelry from Jacob that be fuckin' rappers up 'cause every nigga want a platinum chain and The game rap wack as f*ck Where the f*ck a Smith and Wesson at? Tell him we need more niggas for the road Niggas feel me? I’m on some Old-school Willie-D shit, holler I'll put a hole in your head 'bout The size of a half-a dollar And it go for who it may concern For the niggas on the block For them faggots up at radio For the homies up at Roc For whoever got a problem With the way that we hip hop It's cocked and it's nothing you can stop So watch me work nigga You'll find me in the middle of Sin City You expect me not to be gritty? Nigga, you too passionate You need to send your mens and 'nem I'll make 'em all delicate Sensitive and feminine When the thugs come out, the slugs come out Shawty, when the dubs come out Them hoes come out Soon as the checks come in, the snakes appear Watch when the cash go up, they disappear When the thugs come out, the slugs come out Shawty, when the dubs come out Them hoes come out Soon as the checks come in, the snakes appear Watch when the cash slow up, they disappear A-L-C … Ryders … Mobb
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Written by: ALAN MAMAN, ERIC MURRAY, Jamal Ginnage, Stanley Benton
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