Stat Quo

[Intro]
Uh! Uh! Uh! A-Town! A-Town!
Yeah! Yeah! LT Moe on this motherfucking track nigga!
Cmon! GMM! Cmon! Yeah!
Stat! Quo! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Uh! Uh! Lotta niggaz talking that bullshit, yeah!
We gon do that and do this here
Cmon! You dont want no motherfucking problem bitch ass nigga
A-Town! Yeah! Uh!
[Verse]
Where you from? Im from the A hoe
Said Im out, been bucking on bustas and gettin that pay hoe
Our minds is paid for, hit the blocks like Lego
Keep their hands on the special
Cause theyll show you what tecs do
Them boys is drama driven, raised by the system
Listen, they bust to survive
Your squad be bustin for recognition
Frontin and ass kissin, industury pussy nigga
They gankin your batter before it get to the cookie nigga
Them killas live round here, dont bring your ass down here
Niggaz have a tendency to act up and clown here
Tote thangs, no thang, good their aint no game down here
Bright white to brown in grand money exchange here
You already know what it is playa, a PD cant save ya
Your times up, flat line, shorty see ya later
No amount of favors, no amount of paper
Cant stop the inevitable death of a hater
[Chorus x2]
And you dont want problems, bitch nigga believe it
Their hand is on the trigger and they ready to squeeze it
So save all that drama, them boys tote armor
Ill have you laying dead right in front of yo mama
[Verse]
News is real folk
You dont wanna make it on there
Its dangerous niggaz want warfare playa
Aint no "oops" "Im sorry" or "my bad" shit
Skulls split wide open for some dumbass shit
Young wipper snapper flappin his lip
Part of the game is this
They marksmen homes, they dont miss
Cops come, they dont snitch
No witnesses at the crime scene
Just your body leaking at Yao Ming
When the lights go off pimp, the sharks come out
Thangs bang out, bust till ya brains hang out
Come to your house, sitting on your porch where ya live
Waiting till ya come back to the crib
Im trying to tell ya how
This aint bout no rap song, its real life
Cant nobody tell ya what gettin killed, feel like
The trill is trill, the fake is fake
And they dont make bulletproof vests for ya face, YEAH!
[Chorus x2]
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