STATIK SELEKTAH - Everybody Know lyrics

rate me

Ft. KXNG CROOKED

(Intro)

What

What what

What

What what

(Hook: KXNG CROOKED)

Everybody know ya fuckin' up the game

Everybody know ya shit and don't bang

Everybody know ya neva push cane

Neva shot a thing, lame juice running in your veins

We out here gainin' power, gettin' paper, gettin' pussy (x3)

And didn't have to sell our soul

It's Statik KXNG shit, everybody know

(Verse: KXNG CROOKED)

I came in this game without a dime in my name

The reason they fuck with me, I was rhymin' insane

Every line was designed with violence and pain

I spit and started climbin' the ranks

Acapella nigga, five minute fling

Then I was ridin' a train home, fucking with Ramen

Doin' stick ups with rusty llamas, we ain't got nothin' in common

If I told you my life story man, your stomach will vomit

Now I'm big enough in the game to light a blunt on a comet

We the commission, we kill em, we ain't seekin' permission

Amber alert, I prolly with you freak that you're missin'

I expect some head till I'm in a fetal position

She want breakfast in bed, bitch betta sleep in the kitchen

Speakin' of sleeping, they sleep on me often

People are talking way more than they need to be talkin'

The presidential suite you're sleepin' in need to be coffins

Aye, proceed with some caution when you're speakin' of bosses

Your main piece can get tossed and I'mma leave skeet In your office

I'm lethal and heartless, Yall niggas so weak to me

If you say sumethin hot, I'mma be shocked

Like seein' Stephen Hawking recently walkin' or easily joggin'

Your features be garbage, the flow so queezy and nauseous

I'm sick, wheezin' and coughin', man this rap shit so easy I'm off it

I just do it for the real ones who rest in peace and died

Man somebody got to keep them nigga legacy alive

(Hook)

(Bridge x2: KXNG CROOKED)

Bitch niggas do it for the fame

Me and you will neva be the same

Power, paper, pussy, 187 on the haters

Statik Kxng and we illest in the game

(Verse 2: KXNG CROOKED)

And everybody hold up, Its obvious the streets know

From Starlet to Secret Sunday, even the freaks know

My Slaughterhouse shooters are deep on the East Coast

And you don't want to see my Long Beach niggas in beast mode

Fuck with us, them damn hammers blastin' in this bastard

Your homies goin' to be putting bandanas in your casket

Niggas got hands, Van Damme or get his ass kicked

Rock you to sleep, the sandman will have your ass, bitch

The return of real is on the cuss

So linking up with Selektah, that was a must

Even Pandora knows you niggas suck

I could neva listen to your station and expect to hear us

(Hook)