Yeah Uh (Statik Selektah) Here we go Kidnappings, alibis, drive-bys I been there, there's paperwork, so why lie? Four-fives, bullets spittin', flesh cookin' Now you bare, fitted, body on the best cushion Hah, I came to dinner with a meat cleaver Bam, I get you hit up with a street sweeper Unique dreamer that's whippin' the green Bimmer In them clean sneakers, I spent my feature money on reefer Reach for my piece, you fittin' to meet Jesus I'm a street genius, before rap, I sold heaters It's no weakness, runnin' with cold creatures Put a bullet into your bitch and kill your fetus Cement shoes, they don't know where your feet is Closed casket, no clothes, you're at the griever's It's up to me, make a killin' off the morphine The fiends come and we hit 'em with the quarantine Brr (Yeah) Statik Selektah, Termanology, Fizzy, ahh Ayo, I'm loyal to my brand (M.O.P.) Grand Royal to my brand (M.O.P.) Nigga, I spit fire, y'all can't deny it Y'all fold under pressure, I was taught to apply it I spit that raw shit, that old go-to-war shit And leave it all over the track like horse shit Spaz-matic, I spaz with it See that cloth that you cut from? I wouldn't wipe my ass with it Analyze my vocals, I'm the motherfucker you go to I leave niggas puzzled like Sudoku I blam a nigga down, I specialize in street carpentry Yeah, I hammer niggas down You know how we do, ran a nigga down Went upside of his head and beat the camera nigga down (C'mon) M.O.P. and Showoff, we be the raw team Statik, hit 'em with the quarantine