Текст песни In My Hand - Statik Selektah , Bun B

Love me, or leave me (Statik Selektah)
You can go your own way baby

Uh, love it or leave it, roll it, hold a dollar
Break it, show it, pour up, pop a collar
Feed the family, growing on land
Own it, pay it, put it in my hand
Love it or leave it, roll it, hold a dollar
Break it, show it, pour up, pop a collar
Feed the family, growing on land
Own it, pay it, put it in my hand

Big Bun B the trill OG, et cetera
Better than any competitor lyrical predator
No, I'm not a trick, I don't make offers to hoes so
If it ain't about some business, then my office is closed
I don't worry about niggas that don't matter
So I just let them chatter before they end up tar and feathеred and battered
I got grandbabiеs now and they be needin' they papa
So I'd rather spend time with them than strip you down to hog maw

No applause 'cause there's no need to flatter me
As you can see there's no room in my back for a battery
So say the speak 'cause we ain't listening no way
This the grown folks table, so you youngsters could go play
I'm from the old days where we went by the old laws
And we don't give a fuck about a fuckboy's faux pas
So if we talking and I'm feeling some pressure and your conjecture
Then the hands of God is ready to bless you, end of the lecture

Uh, love it or leave it, roll it, hold a dollar
Break it, show it, pour up, pop a collar
Feed the family, growing on land
Own it, pay it, put it in my hand
Love it or leave it, roll it, hold a dollar
Break it, show it, pour up, pop a collar
Feed the family, growing on land
Own it, pay it, put it in my hand

Uh, love it or leave it, breathe it in or suffocate
This side been all in your face like Anna Mae eat the cake
Just swallow it whole, I'm hotter than pots on a stove
That bubble from powder that turn to soap
With hammers no arms could hold
If the flow didn't lock up, why did you scrape the bowl?
My pocket like a giant powerlifter, swole
The passerbys pay the price for greatness, told
There's only one word to describe this here; sold

My caliber's that of legendary, from around the way
Since country shit, I've been telling y'all listen to UGK
Fifteens knock and the bumpers spray
Not even a microphone delays my time
I cultivated my place to shine
And shade ain't did nothing but kept me cool
Like a perm on David Ruffin, the temptations, oh so smooth
Vinyl record cracking, rocking with Bun and Statik, I'm in the groove
Ain't nothing changed since I was in a bucket wishing for Vogues
Learn to love it or leave it, go and achieve it, multi on these hoes

Uh, love it or leave it, roll it, hold a dollar
Break it, show it, pour up, pop a collar
Feed the family, growing on land
Own it, pay it, put it in my hand
Love it or leave it, roll it, hold a dollar
Break it, show it, pour up, pop a collar
Feed the family, growing on land
Own it, pay it, put it in my hand

You ever had to rig your antenna grip pliers to make that channel switch?
Black forces Balencis take away from my ratchetness
Money, it can't buy you love but it can bring you happiness
Especially when you went a long time of never having shit
Turn a good guy a gangsta, a good girl to a nasty bitch
Sleeping on air mattresses, it'll bring out the savageness
Finding real niggas like dinosaurs, it ain't happening
They passive on that capping shit, fresh out trying to adapt to shit

Choppers on, them numbers is wrong, measures inaccurate
I miss my real niggas like I miss that real activist
This for all the times I went to school up in that tacky shit
Know it's Houston when you see that swinger on the back of it
Prison cell, I ain't going back to it
It's different when you really, really live it like you wrapping it
Out of state and moving weight, teenagers trafficking
White like a napkin and stuffing out them packages in the ghetto