Stop the Show lyrics

[Intro: Stat Quo]
Yeah, Stat Quo, n*gga (Woo)
Alchemist, I love this thang (Come on)
Yeah (Woo)
Do a little something like (Yeah)
Do a little something like (Yeah)
Yeah, fake n*ggas (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 n*gga 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 b*tch, bottom line, huh
You ain't none of my kinfolk
You ain't ride when a n*gga was dead broke
All these brand new n*ggas 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 motherf*ckers must got Stat confused
Like the squad won't smoke squares like a box of Kools
Ludacris talk a make a n*gga act a fool, yeah
[Chorus: Stat Quo]
When the thugs come out, the slugs come out
Shawty, when the dubs come out, them hoes come out
Soon as the checks come in, the snakes appear
Watch when the cash go up, they disappear (Come on)
When the thugs come out, the slugs come out
Shawty, when the dubs come out, them hoes come out
Soon as the checks come in, the snakes appear
Watch when the cash go up, they disappear

[Verse 2: Billy Danze]
Ayy (Ayy), Ayy (Ayy, ayy)
It seems like it's that jewelry from Jacob that be f*ckin' rappers up
'cause every n*gga want a platinum chain and the game rap wack as f*ck
Where the f*ck a Smith and Wesson at?
Tell him we need more n*ggas for the road, n*ggas
Feel me? I’m on some old-school Willie-D sh*t, holler
I'll put a hole in your head 'bout the size of a half-a-dollar

[Verse 3: Lil' Fame]
And it go for who it may concern, for the n*ggas on the block
For them faggots up at radio, for the homies up at Roc
For whoever got a problem, with the way that we hip hop
It's c*cked and it's nothing you can stop
So watch me work n*gga, you'll find me in the middle of Sin City
You expect me not to be gritty?
n*gga, you too passionate, you need to send your mens and 'nem
I'll make 'em all delicate, sensitive and feminine
[Chorus: Stat Quo]
When the thugs come out, the slugs come out
Shawty, when the dubs come out, them hoes come out
Soon as the checks come in, the snakes appear
Watch when the cash go up, they disappear
When the thugs come out, the slugs come out
Shawty, when the dubs come out, them hoes come out
Soon as the checks come in, the snakes appear
Watch when the cash slow up, they disappear

[Outro: Radio Static]
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