Every Hour

Lyrics

[Intro: Nems] Bing bong! (Statik Selektah) "Trillstatik 2" Welcome to New York City Or as I like to call it "Nems York City" If you come out here And you don't see me, you pussy Don't ever disrespect me, you heard? Let's go [Verse 1: Nems] Shut the fuck up, your bars is ass And that clothing line you got, throw that shit in the trash Don't nobody wanna rock that shit You hear shorty in the background (Pop that shit) Ah, now back to the regular schedule Moved pounds of weed and it never was medical Walk through your hood, take a shit on your pedestal Pop your tape in and that shit was hysterical I talk spicy like a can of wasabi Bring whoever you want, your man'll get bodied They'll hold his fucking vigil in a candlelit lobby And I move through the city in a camel Denali Ah, you know my body, I'm the type to get crazy Leave you up in smoke like a flight in the 80s Homie, you ain't tough, you just frighten the ladies Cause you wild pussy like a tiger with rabies, ah! Fuck your life, you heard? [Intrelude: Bun B] Goddamn, who let this crazy motherfucker in here from Coney Island? Statik, get that motherfucker back on the train outta here I'm in there tryna do some real sh– You know what? Fuck it, leave his ass here, he already here Goddamnit, that's how we actin' today? Fuck it, that's how we actin' today "Trillstatik 2", fuck you niggas, let's go [Verse 2: Bun B] Hold up, this ain't a motherfuckin' smooth song You know the routine, move or you gettin' moved on Holdin' my block down so long, my toes hurt Don't make me smack the shit out your boy until his nose squirt I woke up and chose violence And you know I'ma make your fire dance when I apply the hand You waited too late to run away So here's what's gon' happen: I'ma shoot you to five and put the gun away Now that's the best that I could do for ya Leave your face a little black and blue for ya, no matter who saw ya After that, when they see him, they won't want their bastard back It was game over when I told, "Statik, blast the track" And matter fact, nigga, it matters not When the shotty shoot the scattershot and leave your bladder pop Always first like aardvark in the dictionary Master your addiction on your pictures and obituaries [Intrelude: Statik Selektah & Papoose] Now that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about, "Trillstatik 2" This is that Houston, Brooklyn shit, Gorilla Nems Ayo, Bun, hold up Let's take it to that classic New York City mixtape shit The god right here, what up, Pap? (Statik Selektah to bring the break in) Pa-poose, Pa-poose [Verse 3: Papoose] When I write a rhyme at night, I fall asleep and I explore When I wake up, I see words that I ain't see the night before On fire tracks, inspire cats, I attack like some type of dog You'll get bitten by my written, I bite with a sniper's jaw Some type of actor, you not the type of rapper that I adore Cut your shit, you such a bitch-sucking dick like some type of whore To the death of me, rebel who slept with the weapon directedly Kept a Heckler next to me, met with every discrepancy Several legends respected the hectic level I rap If a peasant never resented, I'd check his temperature definitely Stop going live from your location, they could see you The murderers, they gon' pull up and leave you The 'Gram pay you to go live, don't let them deceive you Pay attention, cause live spelled backwards is evil Shout to Bun and Statik, these niggas don't want no rhymes from us I be with the wolves, I'm from the jungle like Nas brother