Stop the Show The Alchemist (Ft. M.O.P. & Stat Quo)

[Intro: Stat Quo]
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)

[Verse 1: Stat Quo]
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 benefits, 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