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Statik Selektah
Featuring(s) : Lil' Fame, Rim Da Villin & Smoke DZA
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No more hatred, no more heartache Statik Selektah Fuck 'em Lovely sunshine, I will pay no Fuck 'em Nigga No more sickness, no more sorrow Statik Selektah What's up? Lovely sunshine that will pay no pan in the gold in that Yeah, I reminisce Yeah yeah yeah, yo, let me go back, let me go back, hold up [Lil' Fame] Listen, I'm reminiscin' how we rolled through the hood (Come on) Pushed through in the big Cadillac that had bullet holes in the hood Foes in the hood got exposed in the hood (Yeah) Ex prom queens that turned to hoes in the hood But I'm just a gun owner, hit you with that blang blanga Motherfucker, you won't live it to see next summer Want my name then you should stop that shit My trigger finger got exema, just itchin' to pop that bitch (Ayo) - Ain't nothin' before him, nothin' after him (You know the name) - Fame, that boy spaz on 'em (M.O.P.) - That's the acronym But my goal is [?] frontin' them checks, and I get back at 'em Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck This shit get realer, I'm still a catpilla Twista, cap back mista Fo'-fifth ya, I won't miss ya Yo, Statik, let's get richer [Smoke DZA] Right Richer than Richie (Uh) Richer than most of these rap niggas on major labels thinkin' they Big Willy (Right) Get busy And I own my masters for real so when you get out that deal get with me Mac got a bit chilly, wrist got a six series (Uh) That advance is just a flip for me (Right) Niggas that live in the past still'll lift for me (Uh-huh) Iceberg big, everything else is history (Really) Dough rollin', I'm stackin' my change Elite in my lane, hail mary, my packages came (Uh-huh) Youngings with the statik, they want the status of Lil' Fame "Ante Up" on loop in they brain when they snatchin' the chain Kush god, I be havin' the strains Yeah, I'm still a drug dealer Mister hundred pack sealer (Uh) Fuck sax [?] (Uh) Now twist up, you get the picture [Rim Da Villin] Uh, y'all lead the copy the carpenters laid My style is engraved, no foul sendin' when I'm improvin' this wave Mastered this, the beat is a slave Keep 'em amazed, I light the booth up like I'm throwing a rave I give you something to shoot in the vein I move the pain, this drug trafficking that'll show up in ways Not losin' my weight, the road took a toll that I paid No easy pass, got a path in your way Roll up the cess for Sean P, spark it and bless Pullin' niggas' cards, there's nothin' but jokers on deck Yeah, my endeavors endorsin' the cheddar These niggas tough, but soft with emotion, that's pussy in leather Without a [?] Statik lit, no fit Keep your pigs, fire on wax without a candlestick I keep it dark, tryna dodge they sabotage You stick up move the beef with Wade like a cattle prod No more hatred, no more heartache Lovely sunshine that will pay no No more sickness, no more sorrow Lovely sunshine that will pay no pan in the gold in that
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