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[Intro: (Clinton Sparks), {Eminem} and Stat Quo, overlapping] (Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on) (New Stat Quo) Yeah, it's Stat Quo, nigga (Shout out Chuck [?], [?], [?]) It's me, Shady, Aftermath in the motherfucking house (My man Nelson!) It's a lot of niggas talking shit about me, man, haha (Get familiar, Anger Management Tour 3) (get...get...get familiar) (Suckers) This one and that one, and this one, and that one {Clint-Clinton Sparks} Haha I don't pay no mind, I just ride, man. Ha! [Spoken word: (Clinton Sparks), overlapping Chorus] (I gotta take this time out to shout Boston, Connecticut, Baltimore, Pittsburgh, North Carolina, Montreal, Canada, Can't Forget about ATL, New York) [Chorus: Stat Quo, [Dr. Dre]] 3,2,1 Statlanta Doc...tor fucking Dre Shady Aftermath, Statlanta [My nigga Stat Quo] 3,2,1 Statlanta Doc...tor fucking Dre Shady Aftermath, Statlanta [My nigga Stat Quo] [Verse 1: Stat Quo] Yeah, it's him, A-Town monster Old-school style with the Tec, chrome bumper Manage my anger on tour for the summer Statlanta droppin, haters watch the number This is G double M, keep green comin' in, GAT! Your bitch wonderin', how can she roll With them niggas who don't love them hoes I get bread like a pimp, suppose you heard me, GAT! Lames tell me to chill, but I'm extra cold I kick game, nigga, X and O Follow your folk cuh, money was gone now I'm cleaner than soap suds My problems under the rug, young peace in his mug Every freak I meet eager to fuck, (get it), so I let 'em rock the mic cuz I'm eager to nut Tilt her neck back, swallow it up Baby girl, you're now digesting some powerful stuff, you understand me, GAT! [Chorus: Stat Quo, (Clinton Sparks), {Eminem}] 3,2,1 Statlanta (Get familiar) Doc...tor fucking Dre Shady Aftermath, Statlanta {Clinton, Clinton, Clinton, Clinton, Clinton Sparks} 3,2,1 Statlanta Doc...tor fucking Dre Shady Aftermath, Statlanta [Brige: Stat Quo] From daytime to nightime, I'm about mines, I don't play I mean every word I say I kill you if you fuck with me [Verse 2: Stat Quo] So many niggas claimin', Stat go sit on the shelf Doubt me when you really don't believe in yourself, HA! On my dick like the buckle that sit on my belt Look at you, miserable and sad, tryna follow my style (follow my style) I spit sick shit, that only the Doc can help So I signed with Doc Dre, shawty, what you expect? (What up Dre) Eminem, Shady, Aftermath, that's my set, AH! I'm interested in interest, fuck with dreads [?] I got a sloppy Joe flow, I've been begging to mess Keep my pockets on swole so it all stay on the check The fans stay on the pile [?] when I reach for the Tec But you was runnin' off with the mouth, had to put you in check Now you sittin' on the bench, body covered in sweat (covered in sweat) Runnin' out of breath, comin' close to your death That's where it is, bitch, cuz I'm next, haha Fuck with me, I have you stiffer than a monument, GAT! [Chorus: Stat Quo] 3-- [Airplane sfx interrupt Chorus] [Outro: Clinton Sparks, {Eminem}, |Busta Rhymes|] (Get familiar) Every Wednesday night |serious|, r-radio is on smash (smash, ahh!) with the motherfuckin' hottest DJ {Clinton Sparks} smashin' the hot chicks Exclusive free-freestyle, it's the memory of death Get familiar, We-Wednesday night 8PM-12AM Ea-Eastern Standard Time It's the mothefuckin' hot-hottest show on radio It's smash time, with CLINTON SPARKS Shade 40-45 Get familiar haters