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letra de to the top (stick 2 the script) - statik selektah

[c-ssidy:]
yeah
the hustler – c-ssidy
saigon
[termanology:] termanology
[c-ssidy:]
statik selaktah
stick to the script

[c-ssidy:]
when i was drug dealing, man (yeah)
i made a killing, man (yeah)
i’m not broke, i cop c-ke by the kilogram
f-ck how your feeling, man (what)
i’m a villain man, and i’ll kill a man
air him out like a ceiling fan
i might not of went platinum, but i’m still the man (yup)
and every cat that platinum is still a fan (yup)
when i was a kid, i was a big thriller fan (yup)
but now-a-days michael jackson ain’t still the man (hihi)
he fell off and let chris brown steal his fans (d-mn)
and soldier boy bit too cause they feel his dance (yup)
hip-hop on life support, but it’s still a chance
it can survive, it’s alive, it ain’t die yet
big and pac ain’t alive, but i ain’t die yet
i’m about to dissect the dutch cause i ain’t high yet
i wear alot of jewels, but i ain’t getted robbed yet
cause i bear arms like guys with big biceps
yes

[chorus:]
ain’t nodody gonna stop me now
[jay-z:] “and all the way to the top, cause”
we gonna take it to the top
[lil fame:] “get the money, that’s it, stick to the script”
give it all we got, give it all we got, give it all we got
[jay-z:] “and all the way to the top”
we gonna take it to the top
[lil fame:] “get the money, that’s it stick to the script”
rock it how we rock

[saigon:]
don’t get it f-cked up, i ain’t in it to entertain
ain’t in it for the fame, ain’t in it to get a name
i am with many consider a spitter of flame
what n-gg-s done did to the game, sh-t is a shame
everybody sh-t is the same
99.99 procent of n-gg-s lyrics is lame
when i spit the room temperature chance
you would swear i inherited 2pac’s soul, both christopher’s brain
mindstate of the rock, wittyness of lamont
spirit of the sidewalk, grittyness of the block
wanna play gorilla for what
trauma with saigon, sh-t will get uglier than a fertility hut
i’ll catch you with a i’ll uppercut
then watch your nose bleed enough blood for you to fill up a cup (yup)
you don’t want the nine mill to erupt
jump out the back of truck like whuttup
commenced to clappin’ you up
what-the-f-ck

[chorus]

[termanology:]
termanology, chea
ayo my flow’s like 10/10
throwed of the medicin
and my bags come back fat like m&m
n-body could body me, throw me in the ring with them
simpleton rap cats, like owen hart, i’m killin’ them
we three of the last alive, ology, c-ss and sai
mastermind cats known for giving you cl-ssic lines
i might of not have went platinum, but i’ll sn-tch the shine
off of any platinum rapcat with this plastic nine
i rhyme gritty like sai-giggy and shyne-piddy
who wanna rhyme with me, my n-gg- my minds silly
i’m from a fast city like philly the c-ss city
my tracks witty, i sn-tch fizzy to mash with me
i take a eight of dro turn it to a acres slow
make a o, bake a o, homie this the wakeup show
that’s how i spit, all these chicks on my d-ck
you just switch for the chips, i just stick to the – script

[chorus]

[termanology:]
statik selektah
saigon
c-ssidy
termanology]
stick to the script

- statik selektah

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