Statik Selektah - Bring Em Up Dead lyrics

(Hook) Bring em up dead! And you say New York City You’re mine, that’s all my pride You’re mine, that’s all my pride Bring em up dead! You’re mine, that’s all my pride You’re mine, that’s all my pride Bring em up dead! (Verse) We dump lead like britter Mutate ninjas with shells, no shread and no splinter Hit you in the leg if you turn sprinter We corner store break winners, no face in the dead of winter Know it’s runnin, block hunger, snap a picture I show you how to do this, son sponsored links Turn an 8-ball into a pool table that will fill up yo pockets in 6 months Twist blunts, wishin I could go back just once Man I miss the whole New York, I f** around and get fronts You kids front like you tough but you snitchin me Do anything to get out of them cuffs like magicians Everybody adapt but get anybody a nap And the crowd screamin way, I give body his fat I joke about it cuz I lived it then I wrote about it Flowed about it, hopped on stacge, did some shows about it But I’m not these rapper n***as, dog I’m so about it Little argument on prior hook, that’s how I go about it, word though I turn you burn woah, easy on the brain Slurp slow girl, I’m swerving, I don’t wanna hit the curve yo That’s the perks though, I get a couple bands Ice flood a couple bands, every time I let a verse go I’m on the low called cheatin, All this bread got this wolf iron mom but you be clingin to that bed I’m not makin damn time and duck er (Hook) Bring em up dead! And you say New York City You’re mine, that’s all my pride You’re mine, that’s all my pride Bring em up dead! You’re mine, that’s all my pride You’re mine, that’s all my pride Bring em up dead! (Verse) I’m from the home of the homeless Nobody wanders chromeless, police try to regulate But we on this, fiends don’t want loafers Toes frozen, slidin through the snow just to try to sell they sofas Hocus pocus, you disappear from all that smoking That lone ride rock is more than potent It’s so controlling And we in so control I’m on dough, you fall, you scared like totem pole The hoes grope your pole and shooters on payroll You ready to rock and roll, ain’t hoppin out patrol cars no more But it ain’t sweet now You graduated, now them feds wanna speak hah? What’s wrong? Cat got yo tongue? Well keep it shut, all my alley cats will scratch at yo gums Do the crime, gotta eat that time soldier Ain’t that up, bay boy slide time is over I got roughed up by them roughers f**ed up motherf**ers Escape hoppin em gates and scuffed up all my chuckers And I’m still runnin, but not from sh** nah I just been on that sh** and run, n***a I run sh** You old a** n***as hatin cuz yo son flipped Whenever he hear that yower after the drum hit Yo slum b**h give you a cum kiss I kneep a bad young b**h that squirt when I f** er, feel like she cum piss I tell Shawty s** my soft dick and… (Hook) Bring em up dead! And you say New York City You’re mine, that’s all my pride You’re mine, that’s all my pride Bring em up dead! You’re mine, that’s all my pride You’re mine, that’s all my pride Bring em up dead! You’re mine, that’s all my pride You’re mine, that’s all my pride