Artist: Statik Selektah f/ Joell Ortiz Album: Extended Play Song: Bring 'Em Up Dead Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Sample from "Throw Ya Gunz" by Onyz] (Joell Ortiz) (*Statik Selektah Sample) (**Statik Selektah) Bring 'em up dead! (Statik! (*Statik Selektah!) (AND YOU SAY NEW YORK CITY!!!) Your! Mine! It's all about crime! Your! Mine! It's all about crime! Bring-Bring 'em up dead! Your! Mine! It's all about crime! Your! Mine! It's all about crime! [Verse One: Joell Ortiz] (Sample from "Throw Ya Gunz" by Onyz) (Bring-Bring 'em up dead!) We dump lead like a Brita Mutate ninjas with shells, no Shredder no Splinter Hit you in the leg if you turn sprinter We corner store bread winners North Face in the dead of winter Nose runnin block huggin snap a picture I show you how to do this son turn an 8 ball into a pool table That'll fill up your pockets in six months Twist blunts, wishin I could go back just once Man I miss the old New York I fuck around and get fronts You kids frontin like you tough but you snitchin You'll do anything to get out of them 'cuffs like magicians E'rybody I dap would give anybody a knap Have the crowd screamin WEIGHT like e'rybody is fat I joke about it 'cause I lived it then I wrote about it Float about it hopped on stage did some shows about But I'm not these rapper niggas dog I'm so about it Little argument I probably hooked that's how I go about it (Word though) I tell your bird whoa easy on the brains Slurp slow girl I'm swervin I don't wanna hit the curve yo That's the perks though I get a couple bands Ice flood a couple bands e'rytime I let a verse go I'm on a low carb cheatin All this bread got these wolves eyein ma but you'll be clingin to that bed When I, make it there on time and doc'll [Chorus: Sample from "Throw Ya Gunz" by Onyz] (Statik Selektah) Bring 'em up dead! (AND YOU SAY NEW YORK CITY!!!) Your! Mine! It's all about crime! Your! Mine! It's all about crime! Bring-Bring 'em up dead! Your! Mine! It's all about crime! Your! Mine! It's all about crime! [Verse Two: Joell Ortiz] (Sample from "Throw Ya Gunz" by Onyz) (Bring-Bring 'em up dead!) I'm from the home of the homeland Nobody want this chrome unless police try to regulate But we own this fiends don't want loafers Toes froze and slidin through the snow just to try and sell they sofas Hocus pocus you disappear from all that smokin That little white rock is more than potent It's soul controllin, and we in soul control The more dough you fold you scale that totem pole The hoes groped your pole the shooters on payroll You ready to rock and roll they ain't hopin out patrol cars no mo' But it ain't sweet nah, you graduated now they feds wanns speak huh?! What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Well keep it shut all my alley cats will scratch at your gums Do the crime gotta eat that time soldier Hang that up bab' boy sly time is over I got roughed up by the roughest, fucked up motherfuckers Escaped hopped in them gates and scuffed up all my chuckers And I'm still runnin, but not from shit I just been on that shit and run nigga I run shit You old ass niggas hatin 'cause your son slipped Whenever he hear that yaowa after the drum hit Your slum bitch give you a cum kiss I keep a bad young bitch That squirt when I fuck her feel like she cum piss I tell shorty suck my soft dick and...... [Chorus: Sample from "Throw Ya Gunz" by Onyz] (Statik Selektah) Bring 'em up dead! (AND YOU SAY NEW YORK CITY!!!) Your! Mine! It's all about crime! Your! Mine! It's all about crime! Bring-Bring 'em up dead! Your! Mine! It's all about crime! Your! Mine! It's all about crime! Bring-Bring 'em up dead! Your! Mine! It's all about crime! Your! Mine! It's all about crime