To the Top (Stick 2 the Script)

Lyrics

[Intro] Show Off Records presents (Yeah) Cassidy, Saigon and Termanology My name is Statik Selaktah (Yeah) Ayoh Cas' set it off (Stick to the script) [Verse 1: Cassidy] When I was drug dealing, man (Yeah) I made a killing, man (Yeah) I'm not broke, I cop coke by the kilogram Fuck how your feeling, man (What) I'm a villain man, and i'll kill a man Air him out like a ceiling fan I might not of went platinum, but I'm still the man (Yup) And every cat that platinum is still a fan (Yup) When I was a kid, I was a big Thriller fan (Yup) But now-a-days Michael Jackson ain't still the man (Hi-hi) He fell off and let Chris Brown steal his fans (Damn) And Soldier Boy bit too cuz they feel his dance (Yup) Hip-hop on life support, but it's still a chance It can survive, it's alive, it ain't die yet Big and Pac ain't alive, but I ain't die yet I'm about to dissect the dutch 'cause I ain't high yet I wear alot of jewels, but I ain't getted robbed yet 'Cause I bear arms like guys with big biceps Yes [Hook] Ain't nodody gonna stop me now And all the way to the top, cuz We gonna take it to the top Get the money, that's it, stick to the script Give it all we got, give it all we got, give it all we got And all the way to the top We gonna take it to the top Get the money, that's it stick to the script Rock it how we rock [Verse 2: Saigon] Don't get it fucked up, I ain't in it to entertain Ain't in it for the fame, ain't in it to get a name I am with many consider a spitter of flame What niggas done did to the game, shit is a shame Everybody shit is the same 99.99 percent of niggas lyrics is lame When I spit the room temperature change You would swear I inherited 2pac's soul, both Christopher's brain Mindstate of The Rock, wittyness of Lamont Spirit of the sidewalk, grittyness of the block Wanna play gorilla for what Trauma with Saigon, shit will get uglier than a fertility hut I'll catch you with a ill uppercut Then watch your nose bleed enough blood for you to fill up a cup (Yup) You don't want the nine mill to erupt Jump out the back of truck like whuttup? Commenced to clappin' you up What-the-fuck [Hook] Ain't nodody gonna stop me now And all the way to the top, cuz We gonna take it to the top Get the money, that's it, stick to the script Give it all we got, give it all we got, give it all we got And all the way to the top We gonna take it to the top Get the money, that's it stick to the script [Verse 3: Termanology] Termanology, chea Ayo my flow's like 10/10 Throwed of the medicin And my bags come back fat like M&M Nobody could body me, throw me in the ring with them Simpleton rap cats, like Owen Hart, I'm killin' them We three of the last alive, Ology, Cass and Sai Mastermind cats known for giving you classic lines I might of not have went platinum, but i'll snatch the shine Off of any platinum rapcat with this plastic nine I rhyme gritty like Sai-gitty and Sean-Piddy Who wanna rhyme with me, my nigga my minds silly I'm from a fast city like Philly the Cass city My tracks witty, I snatch Fizzy to mash with me I take a eight of dro turn it to a acres slow Make a O, bake a O, homie this the wakeup show That's how I spit, all these chicks on my dick You just switch for the chips, I just stick to the - script [Hook] Ain't nodody gonna stop me now And all the way to the top, cuz We gonna take it to the top Get the money, that's it, stick to the script Give it all we got, give it all we got, give it all we got And all the way to the top We gonna take it to the top Get the money, that's it stick to the script