Every Hour Bun B & Statik Selektah (Ft. Nems & Papoose)
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[Intro: Nems]
Bing bong! (Statik Selektah)
"Trillstatik 2"
Welcome to New York City
Or as I like to call it "Nems York City"
If you come out here
And you don't see me, you pussy
Don't ever disrespect me, you heard?
Let's go
[Verse 1: Nems]
Shut the fuck up, your bars is ass
And that clothing line you got, throw that shit in the trash
Don't nobody wanna rock that shit
You hear shorty in the background (Pop that shit)
Ah, now back to the regular schedule
Moved pounds of weed and it never was medical
Walk through your hood, take a shit on your pedestal
Pop your tape in and that shit was hysterical
I talk spicy like a can of wasabi
Bring whoever you want, your man'll get bodied
They'll hold his fucking vigil in a candlelit lobby
And I move through the city in a camel Denali
Ah, you know my body, I'm the type to get crazy
Leave you up in smoke like a flight in the 80s
Homie, you ain't tough, you just frighten the ladies
Cause you wild pussy like a tiger with rabies, ah!
Fuck your life, you heard?
Bing bong! (Statik Selektah)
"Trillstatik 2"
Welcome to New York City
Or as I like to call it "Nems York City"
If you come out here
And you don't see me, you pussy
Don't ever disrespect me, you heard?
Let's go
[Verse 1: Nems]
Shut the fuck up, your bars is ass
And that clothing line you got, throw that shit in the trash
Don't nobody wanna rock that shit
You hear shorty in the background (Pop that shit)
Ah, now back to the regular schedule
Moved pounds of weed and it never was medical
Walk through your hood, take a shit on your pedestal
Pop your tape in and that shit was hysterical
I talk spicy like a can of wasabi
Bring whoever you want, your man'll get bodied
They'll hold his fucking vigil in a candlelit lobby
And I move through the city in a camel Denali
Ah, you know my body, I'm the type to get crazy
Leave you up in smoke like a flight in the 80s
Homie, you ain't tough, you just frighten the ladies
Cause you wild pussy like a tiger with rabies, ah!
Fuck your life, you heard?
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