Statik Selektah - Gs, Pimps, Hustlers Lyrics
Statik Selektah - Gs, Pimps, Hustlers Lyrics
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You can't see?
You can't see?
You can't see?
You're f*ckin' with a P I M P
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin' with me, you're f*ckin' with a P I M P
My CEO's a DJ, my ANR's a dope boy
The rapper is a pimp, got you niggas on my scope, boy
Oh boy, the flow's extra
Extra clip, hecker and cons for the heckles
I thank God for my necklace and thank the streets for giving me the heart
To protect it, any situation I met with
Handle recording me squeeze bullets back to back
In a single fire line, just to keep it orderly
This beat ain't just fat, it's morbidly obese
Allowin' me to speak, to the fans I wanna reach
My jail niggas, my locked up and make bail niggas
My strippers and hoes that drop it to the floor
Get yo money baby, who gives a f*ck if they look at you crazy?
If they don't love you I will, you just gotta pay me
I know Brooklyn got my back, I'm hungry eatin' rappers
Sayin the city mean more like I'm raw back
I'm overseas and I ain't pressed to fly back
I'm late up with a Paris chick, extendin' my trip
Life's a coinflip, yea heads or tails
Whichever side it lands on it's how your girl's getting nailed
She count the money while the captain set sail
I like my vodka over ice, she poppin' pills and doin reals, it never fails
Cases of the champagne and garbage bails
Me and Statik back to back, this plain life, this fly as hell
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
(You can't see?)
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
(You can't see?)
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin with me, you're f*ckin with a P I M P
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin with me. you're f*ckin with a P I M P
Anger is luxury, hangin with these dangerous f*cks with me
I'm tangled up the angel dust, puffs angels, ankles are cuffed to me
Gangsters and nuts, pranksters and sluts, painful f*ckery
Pendulum swingin', cinnamon sinning, women are stuck to me
I f*ck famous sluts, cocaine ain't enough for me
Deluxe levels of rebels, they all rush to see
We can't dress them in tux, devilish sluts
In their blue dresses, girlies put their breasts up
So I guess my message is f*ck, nah I think your estrogen's up
I got yo neck in my clutch, my torch is like your ecstasy was
I'm eratic and hectic, can't be mad at the reckless fanatic
A radical addict with the attitude
On Statik Selektah avenue so crack a brew and have a few drinks
And f*ck who the f*ck you think is mad at you
Tell em this is what we had to do
Statik, this is what we had to do
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
(You can't see?)
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
(You can't see?)
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin with me, you're f*ckin with a P I M P
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin with me, you're f*ckin with a P I M P
F*ck your pipe dreams, we make it happen for real
Slappin' bitches on they ass until they catch it and peel
I'm on my way up, I see the top you in my rear view
Wiping off my Gucci lenses for a clearer view
Dustin of my shoulders, wiping down my cloud
I'm married to the game, no ring and no gown
And no clowns allowed around the illest sound ever
Round your call with bass and let it clap through your leathers
My CEO is on the turn table
The pimp is at the front of the stage with gold cables
I ain't actin my age, I run around wilin'
Drinkin' vodka like a Wesson stucken' in the salad
Money pilin' at night, let bullets fly and you don't want that
I send a hoe out broke, she bring my money on the comeback
Run that, I keep er sharp, where my ones at?
Go ahead and reach, you bringin' up back
The 38 snuff lac
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
(You can't see?)
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
(You can't see?)
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin' with me, you're f*ckin' with a P I M P
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin' with me, you're f*ckin' with a P I M P
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You can't see?
You can't see?
You can't see?
You're f*ckin' with a P I M P
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin' with me, you're f*ckin' with a P I M P
My CEO's a DJ, my ANR's a dope boy
The rapper is a pimp, got you niggas on my scope, boy
Oh boy, the flow's extra
Extra clip, hecker and cons for the heckles
I thank God for my necklace and thank the streets for giving me the heart
To protect it, any situation I met with
Handle recording me squeeze bullets back to back
In a single fire line, just to keep it orderly
This beat ain't just fat, it's morbidly obese
Allowin' me to speak, to the fans I wanna reach
My jail niggas, my locked up and make bail niggas
My strippers and hoes that drop it to the floor
Get yo money baby, who gives a f*ck if they look at you crazy?
If they don't love you I will, you just gotta pay me
I know Brooklyn got my back, I'm hungry eatin' rappers
Sayin the city mean more like I'm raw back
I'm overseas and I ain't pressed to fly back
I'm late up with a Paris chick, extendin' my trip
Life's a coinflip, yea heads or tails
Whichever side it lands on it's how your girl's getting nailed
She count the money while the captain set sail
I like my vodka over ice, she poppin' pills and doin reals, it never fails
Cases of the champagne and garbage bails
Me and Statik back to back, this plain life, this fly as hell
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
(You can't see?)
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
(You can't see?)
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin with me, you're f*ckin with a P I M P
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin with me. you're f*ckin with a P I M P
Anger is luxury, hangin with these dangerous f*cks with me
I'm tangled up the angel dust, puffs angels, ankles are cuffed to me
Gangsters and nuts, pranksters and sluts, painful f*ckery
Pendulum swingin', cinnamon sinning, women are stuck to me
I f*ck famous sluts, cocaine ain't enough for me
Deluxe levels of rebels, they all rush to see
We can't dress them in tux, devilish sluts
In their blue dresses, girlies put their breasts up
So I guess my message is f*ck, nah I think your estrogen's up
I got yo neck in my clutch, my torch is like your ecstasy was
I'm eratic and hectic, can't be mad at the reckless fanatic
A radical addict with the attitude
On Statik Selektah avenue so crack a brew and have a few drinks
And f*ck who the f*ck you think is mad at you
Tell em this is what we had to do
Statik, this is what we had to do
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
(You can't see?)
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
(You can't see?)
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin with me, you're f*ckin with a P I M P
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin with me, you're f*ckin with a P I M P
F*ck your pipe dreams, we make it happen for real
Slappin' bitches on they ass until they catch it and peel
I'm on my way up, I see the top you in my rear view
Wiping off my Gucci lenses for a clearer view
Dustin of my shoulders, wiping down my cloud
I'm married to the game, no ring and no gown
And no clowns allowed around the illest sound ever
Round your call with bass and let it clap through your leathers
My CEO is on the turn table
The pimp is at the front of the stage with gold cables
I ain't actin my age, I run around wilin'
Drinkin' vodka like a Wesson stucken' in the salad
Money pilin' at night, let bullets fly and you don't want that
I send a hoe out broke, she bring my money on the comeback
Run that, I keep er sharp, where my ones at?
Go ahead and reach, you bringin' up back
The 38 snuff lac
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
(You can't see?)
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
(You can't see?)
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin' with me, you're f*ckin' with a P I M P
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin' with me, you're f*ckin' with a P I M P
You can't see?
You can't see?
You're f*ckin' with a P I M P
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin' with me, you're f*ckin' with a P I M P
My CEO's a DJ, my ANR's a dope boy
The rapper is a pimp, got you niggas on my scope, boy
Oh boy, the flow's extra
Extra clip, hecker and cons for the heckles
I thank God for my necklace and thank the streets for giving me the heart
To protect it, any situation I met with
Handle recording me squeeze bullets back to back
In a single fire line, just to keep it orderly
This beat ain't just fat, it's morbidly obese
Allowin' me to speak, to the fans I wanna reach
My jail niggas, my locked up and make bail niggas
My strippers and hoes that drop it to the floor
Get yo money baby, who gives a f*ck if they look at you crazy?
If they don't love you I will, you just gotta pay me
I know Brooklyn got my back, I'm hungry eatin' rappers
Sayin the city mean more like I'm raw back
I'm overseas and I ain't pressed to fly back
I'm late up with a Paris chick, extendin' my trip
Life's a coinflip, yea heads or tails
Whichever side it lands on it's how your girl's getting nailed
She count the money while the captain set sail
I like my vodka over ice, she poppin' pills and doin reals, it never fails
Cases of the champagne and garbage bails
Me and Statik back to back, this plain life, this fly as hell
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
(You can't see?)
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
(You can't see?)
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin with me, you're f*ckin with a P I M P
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin with me. you're f*ckin with a P I M P
Anger is luxury, hangin with these dangerous f*cks with me
I'm tangled up the angel dust, puffs angels, ankles are cuffed to me
Gangsters and nuts, pranksters and sluts, painful f*ckery
Pendulum swingin', cinnamon sinning, women are stuck to me
I f*ck famous sluts, cocaine ain't enough for me
Deluxe levels of rebels, they all rush to see
We can't dress them in tux, devilish sluts
In their blue dresses, girlies put their breasts up
So I guess my message is f*ck, nah I think your estrogen's up
I got yo neck in my clutch, my torch is like your ecstasy was
I'm eratic and hectic, can't be mad at the reckless fanatic
A radical addict with the attitude
On Statik Selektah avenue so crack a brew and have a few drinks
And f*ck who the f*ck you think is mad at you
Tell em this is what we had to do
Statik, this is what we had to do
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
(You can't see?)
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
(You can't see?)
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin with me, you're f*ckin with a P I M P
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin with me, you're f*ckin with a P I M P
F*ck your pipe dreams, we make it happen for real
Slappin' bitches on they ass until they catch it and peel
I'm on my way up, I see the top you in my rear view
Wiping off my Gucci lenses for a clearer view
Dustin of my shoulders, wiping down my cloud
I'm married to the game, no ring and no gown
And no clowns allowed around the illest sound ever
Round your call with bass and let it clap through your leathers
My CEO is on the turn table
The pimp is at the front of the stage with gold cables
I ain't actin my age, I run around wilin'
Drinkin' vodka like a Wesson stucken' in the salad
Money pilin' at night, let bullets fly and you don't want that
I send a hoe out broke, she bring my money on the comeback
Run that, I keep er sharp, where my ones at?
Go ahead and reach, you bringin' up back
The 38 snuff lac
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
(You can't see?)
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
(You can't see?)
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin' with me, you're f*ckin' with a P I M P
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps and the hustlers
No wannabes, no D's and no busters
(You can't see?)
You're f*ckin' with me, you're f*ckin' with a P I M P