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Statik Selektah
Statik Selektah
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Baril
Patrick Baril
Songwriter
Sean Jacobs
Sean Jacobs
Songwriter
Jason Phillips
Jason Phillips
Songwriter
David Styles
David Styles
Songwriter
Utril rhaburn
Utril rhaburn
Songwriter
Tawatha Agee
Tawatha Agee
Songwriter

Lyrics

Hey, Statik Meet me at Max Fish, like 2 wo Like 2AM Aye I came up on some brain-blown-full-of-smoke, living-in-a-Terrordome, that-kid-born-to-kill-a-king-with-my-hand shit Put 'em up, runners run amok, gonna gun 'em up Son 'em up, what a run of luck, I'm a ton of fun Fuckers wanna run it up, stun a runner up I'm a number 1, wake up with the sun, thinkin' make a buck What a clutch, every buck he touch getting crumpled up Suck it up, fold the fuckers guts 'til he double up Double down, dummies get a crown when I'm in the dust Dead and done so that he delayed baby, wait baby This is not a drill, baby, Jamie is a thrill $100,000 bill, y'all, all laws get the deal What a odd duck I don't bow to Zod or no man, what Roll me like you POTUS in an ocean made of klan nut And Mikey, most of these soldiers are simply so-called The holster they holding is empty The toaster that they imagine they venting And putting holes in their enemies simply doesn't exist We buffalo run 'em off cliff Look at Mikey flow, look at Mikey go Look at Mikey, Jamie making milli like nobody know Mikey he went maniac like Wayne when he went Wayne-iac And did a milli but I been this silly, really And you motherfuckers really know that you've been really feel me But you hid emotions, so I know you fuckers really fear me, fear me Fuck your coulda shoulda woulda stooda stutter I'm a mother-fucker, ask your baby mother, mother fucker music, boy Talking jheri curl greasy, boy Nigga with an attitude, Westside Atlanta, young Eazy, boy I [beat] your girl, flapjack flat flapback black flow flipper flap flap Take that, I don't argue, hoe nigga Get nervous in my old age bar nobody Make your self known or take a shot to a body I only trust Jamie, I don't trust nobody And if you fuck with him, bullet holes in yo' body Who really run this? Banging on my adversaries Like who really run this? The bright lights of fuckery stuck in me, automatic Who really run this? Violence might be necessary Who really run this? The bright lights of fuckery stuck in me, Statik Who want it? Put jewels on it Who want it? Who want it? Who want it? Put jewels on it Who want it? Who want it? Put jewels on it Put jewels on it
Writer(s): Michael Santigo Render, Jaime Meline, Patrick Owen Baril Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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