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testify/the next one - stat quo lyrics

[intro: eminem]
yeah! come on! come on!
atl! yeah! haha! woo!
if you feel like you’ve been touched
by our music that is

[verse 1: eminem]
nowadays everybody just wanna poke their nose up in our business
what is this some kinda joke?
man, everywhere i go all i’m hearing is more talk
“what’s up with jada and fat joe?
doing a song with ol’ boy on a song “new york”
man, i thought you just did a song with them both?”
man, the streets wanna know how you gonna go and diss michael
you should get your ghetto p-ss revoked
i never had no ghetto p-ss, you -sshole
you really wanna know, when i did live in the ghetto
i kept a tresp-ssing charge up at the railroad tracks
so i suggest you get your facts straight before you go
this -ssuming to know
i ain’t grow up in no trailer park just cause i was poor
man, this is my testimo…ny to those that don’t know
me, and feel like they do
if not to feel compelled to go and speak on me too
so this d-ck goes to you and this d-ck goes to you
and if you feel like you want it then you can get it too
and when your through p-ss it to the person next to you
ayo, stat get on the mic and come and spit a few

[verse 2: stat quo]
motherf-cker’s so quick, to spit bullshit
stat quo, who’s this, em gave me the -ssist
shorty got a full clip, standing in the pulpit
a–town misfit, repping that south shit
back four or some years ago, foe was hating, i hear them
my flow is skating across the track, rollerblading
losing patience, want to get on chasing but this taking all my energy
tired of waiting, people faking fronting like they kin to me
when they’re really enemies, give a f-ck what it is
cuz, this what it gonna be, shady/aftermath lately
gmm, baby, young nigga out them projects thomasville
grady hospital, freida’s only baby
niggas biting my style get rabies
f-ck you, pay me, eat a c-ck, swallow shit
and plus you ain’t f-cking with this, so don’t trip, ha ha
don’t abort this, what an incredible twist
i write incredible script
that fit in with the plot it’s endless
now testify to this
let it bang when you hear, this is cl-ssic shit

[hook: stat quo]
i’m the next one next one
motherf-ckers can’t f-ck with me with me
got a problem shorty come get me
nah, i ain’t dr. dre, nah, i ain’t eminem or 50, dog i’m stat

[verse 3: stat quo]
as i think back, retract, from the cl-ssroom to the trap
freida’s only son had to hustle for scr-ps
it’s hard to relax when your wage minimum, bein’ broke
f-ck, with my adrenaline before dre and eminem
i was trying to get on demo tapes state to state
performing at clubs and doing whatever it takes
relying on faith hopin’ my dreams take shape
and my fate meeting (?)
i would wait for these a&r’s say i ain’t grind b-tch
spendin’ my last dime on this studio time shit
a lot of folk told me i was stupid for trying this
situation crucial feds off in my climate
home environment taking pictures of me it was ugly
the spot got hot, scene felt like curry
had my vision blurry to underground atlanta
hit the streets me and zeke put a plan together
shorty it’s now or never down to do whatever
you see the rainfall came but i had to bear that weather
look your boy need cheddar like a mill or better
i was fed up but the benefit was worth the effort

[bridge: stat quo]
i’m patiently waitin’, used to get love
now the same niggas hatin’, wanna give me slugs
partner don’t get it separated or twisted, you can’t fade it
stat’s the wrong motherf-cker to play with, understand me

[bridge: eminem]
if you opened up your ears long enough to listen
you may hear what you’ve been missin’ out all of this time
i’ve been put in a position to put all this in position
so quit your b-tchin’, learn how to rhyme
get signed and get your shine

[verse 4: eminem]
it’s like this and like that and, uh, welcome to statlanta
shady aftermath and, uh, a brand new rapper from atlanta
who goes by the name of stat quo
introducing our new excuse to keep producin’
continue to do music, use it and expand it and make rap grow
the hottest new shit on the planet, on a new plateau
but don’t confuse it, you don’t understand it
let me break it down for you to show you how we do shit
so that you cats know, this is statlanta 101
cause we don’t want no one walking out this motherf-cker with tunnel vision
so anyone with questions you want answered
just ask and we’ll try to unmask them and maybe explain why so few cats blow
just spit the truth when you get in this booth and do that though
that there boy hot to death, you already knew that though
is he the greatest from the atl, we got haters all day to debate us
so we’ll just say this: he’s one of them not to tackle

[bridge: stat quo]
i got caviar wishes, box chevy dreams
cd covers, tv screens
the booth or the block, might go to triple beam
i’mma make it right, hear me, huh huh huh
f-ck what your saying, god put me here to shine
going on tour or white collar crime
the rhyme or the grind, mpc or the nine
i’mma make it, i need mine, huh huh huh

[verse 5: stat quo]
i can care less, f-ck y’all, you don’t make or break me
real niggas love me, pussy niggas hate me
down b-tches ride for stat quo, they know
the a-town d young county be trill folk
didn’t no other label offer me no deal
till they found out shady/aftermath was interested
then they started to beg, want the truth, there it is
this ain’t a gimmick, this the south and i be that kid
just ride through watching lines of his rhymes
in time you’re going to find you’re on a great trip
ain’t a word i could life be some extraordinary shit
the piece of the puzzle that fit, it’s stat quo, you son of a b-tch

[refrain]

- stat quo lyrics

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