Statik Selektah - Reloaded lyrics

(Intro) … he can go to Statik Selektah Trouble with his spins? He can call Statik Selektah But now the guy’s gotta come up with his money every week no matter what Ain’t sellin records? f** you, pay me Oh you want him in your video f** you, pay me No one’s comin to your shows ah? f** you, pay me And then what do you do? When you can’t borrow another dollar from your label You can’t sell those singles on the streets Statik Selektah lights a match Puts your sh**ty record on fire, motherf**er Okay, I’m Reloaded! Let’s go sponsored links Yes yes yall and you don’t stop Reflected unexpected, Brooklyn connected Put it down now Who’s hot? Who’s not? Low town, this Statik Selektah Show off, show off, Extended Play Select, Statik, we are back at it We’re back at it This ain’t infringement The flame’s bout to drop (Verse) Royal blues, street bumpin suits with army boots hopin the out now And we out here, Queens County, call on the house 100 stacks on my favorite horse 300 dollars for a flavor bove Keep it hidden in neighbor’s dog So what the f** is good? Big f**in body, back where it all started Statik Selektah Keep f**in around with me you weak motherf**in DJ’s You’ll be nothing less You can’t eat no more, man You’ll be lucky if I’ll let you do a block party in the Bronx You ain’t sh** f** outta here,man Move forward and we shine Get around new money, new deals Same sh**, new design So all you label execs Cut the check, you tuned into Statik Selekt Extended Play Yea, and it’s live from Bushwick Boom bap rap, yea back on that hood sh** Tone touch, hold up, s**ers get much quake With all that f**ery, yall can’t f** with me Rollin still, overk**in Yea 50 emcees, yea I know the drill Stay cookin up sh** yall supposed to feel See I paved the way and Statik saved the day Extended Play