Текст песни Every Hour - Statik Selektah , Bun B

Bing bong! (Every minute, everything hour, Statik Selektah)
Trillstatik two (every minute, everything hour) welcome to New York City
Or as I like to call it, "Nems York City" (oh, yeah)
If you come out here (every minute, everything hour)
And you don't see me, you pussy (go back home)
Don't ever disrespect me, you heard? (Every minute, everything hour)
Let's go

Shut the fuck up, your bars is ass
And that clothing line you got, throw that shit in the trash
Don't nobody wanna rock that shit
You hear shorty in the background (pop that shit)
Ah, now back to the regular schedule (stop)
Moved pounds of weed and it never was medical
Walk through your hood, take a shit on your pedestal
Pop your tape in and that shit was hysterical

I talk spicy like a cane of wasabi
Bring whoever you want, your man will get bodied
They'll hold his fucking vigil in a candlelit lobby
And I move through the city in a camel Denali
Ah, you know my body, I'm the type to get crazy (let's go)
Leave you up in smoke like a flight in the 80s (oh)
Homie, you ain't tough, you just frighten the ladies (get out of here)
'Cause you wild pussy like a tiger with rabies, ah!
Fuck your life, you heard?

Goddamn, who let this crazy motherfucker in here from Coney Island?
Statik, get that motherfucker back on the train out of here
I'm in there tryna do some real sh–
You know what? Fuck it, leave his ass here, he already here
Goddamnit, that's how we actin' today?
Fuck it, that's how we actin' today
Trillstatik two, fuck you niggas, let's go

Hold up, this ain't a motherfuckin' smooth song
You know the routine, move or you gettin' moved on
Holdin' my block down so long, my toes hurt
Don't make me smack the shit out your boy until his nose squirt
I woke up and chose violence
And you know I'ma make your fire dance when I apply the hand

You waited too late to run away, so here's what's gon' happen
I'ma shoot you to five and put the gun away
Now that's the best that I could do for you
Leave your face a little black and blue for you, no matter who saw you
After that, when they see him, they won't want their bastard back

It was game over when I told, Statik, blast the track
And matter fact, nigga, it matters not
When the shotty shoot the scattershot and leave your bladder pop
Always first like aardvark in the dictionary
Master your addiction on your pictures and obituaries

Now that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about, Trillstatik two
This is that Houston, Brooklyn shit, Gorilla Nems
Ayo, Bun, hold up
Let's take it to that classic New York City mixtape shit
The god right here, what up, Pap?
(Statik Selektah to bring the break in)
Pa-poose, Pa-poose

When I write a rhyme at night, I fall asleep and I explore
When I wake up, I see words that I ain't see the night before
On fire tracks, inspire cats, I attack like some type of dog
You'll get bitten by my written, I bite with a sniper's jaw
Some type of actor, you not the type of rapper that I adore
Cut your shit, you such a bitch-sucking dick like some type of whore

To the death of me, rebel who slept with the weapon directedly
Kept a Heckler next to me, met with every discrepancy
Several legends respected the hectic level I rap
If a peasant never resented, I'd check his temperature definitely
Stop going live from your location, they could see you

The murderers, they gon' pull up and leave you
The gram pay you to go live, don't let them deceive you
Pay attention, cause live spelled backwards is evil
Shout to Bun and Statik, these niggas don't want no rhymes from us
I'll be with the wolves, I'm from the jungle like Nas brother