The Next One

Lyrics

[Intro: Stat Quo] Woo! Yeah! Yeah, ease into it [Chorus: Stat Quo] I'm the next one, next one Motherfuckers can't fuck with me, with me Got a problem, shorty, come get me, get me Nah, I ain't Dr. Dre, nah, I ain't Eminem or 50, dawg, I'm Stat [Verse 1: Stat Quo] As I think back, retract, from the classroom to the trap Freida's only son had to hustle for scraps, it's hard to relax When your wage minimum, being broke, fuck, with my adrenaline Before Dre and Eminem, I was tryna get on, demo tapes, state to state Performin' at clubs, doin' whatever it take, relyin' on faith Hopin' my dreams take shape [?] I would wait for these A&Rs say I ain't grind, bitch Spendin' my last dime on this studio time, shit A lot of folk told me I was stupid for tryin' this Situation crucial, [?] home environment Takin' pictures of me, it was ugly The spot got hot, scene felt like curry Had my vision blurry till 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 bare that weather Look, your boy need cheddar, like a mil or better I was fed up but the benefit was worth the effort [Bridge 1: Stat Quo] I was patiently waitin' Used to get love, now the same niggas hatin' [?] Partner, don't get it separated or twisted you can't fade us Stat the wrong motherfucker to play with, understand me [Bridge 2: Eminem] If you open your ears long enough to listen you may hear what you been missin' out all of this time I been put in position to put others in position so quit your bitchin', learn how to rhyme, get signed and get your shine [Verse 2: 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 Introducin' our new excuse to keep producin', continue to do music, use it and expand it and make rap grow The hottest new shit on a 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 walkin' out this motherfucker with tunnel vision So, anyone with questions you want answered just ask 'em, we'll try to unmask 'em 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, he 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 you wouldn't want to tackle [Bridge 3: Stat Quo] I got caviar wishes, Box Chevy dreams CD covers, TV screens The booth or the block [?] triple beam I'ma make it by any means, ha, ha, ha Fuck what you're sayin', God put me here to shine Goin' on to white-collar crime The rhyme or the grind, MPC or the 9 I'ma make it, I need mine, ha, ha, ha [Verse 3: Stat Quo] I could care less, fuck y'all, you don't make or break me Real niggas love me, pussy niggas hate me Down bitches ride for Stat Quo, they know The A-Town [?] Didn't no other label offer me no deal Till they found out Shady/Aftermath was interested Then they started to bid, want the truth? There it is This ain't a gimmick, this the south, and I be that kid Just ride through [?] In time you gon' find you on a great trip Every word out the lip be some extraordinary shit The piece of the puzzle that fit, it's Stat Quo, you son of a bitch Yeah! [Chorus: Stat Quo] I'm the next one, next one Motherfuckers can't fuck with me, with me Got a problem, shorty, come get me, get me Nah, I ain't Dr. Dre, nah, I ain't Eminem or 50, dawg, I'm Stat