Statik Selektah - Take it to the Top (Stick to the Script) lyrics

[C]Yeah [C]The hustler - Ca**idy [C]Saigon [T]Termanology [C]Statik Selaktah [C]Stick to the script [Verse 1: Ca**idy] When I was drug dealing, man (yeah) I made a k**ing, man (yeah) I'm not broke, I cop coke by the kilogram f** how your feeling, man (what) I'm a villain man, and i'll k** a man Air him out like a ceiling fan I might not of went platinum, but I'm still the man (yup) And every cat that platinum is still a fan (yup) When I was a kid, I was a big Thriller fan (yup) But now-a-days Michael Jackson ain't still the man (hihi) He fell off and let Chris Brown steal his fans (damn) And Soldier Boy bit too cuz they feel his dance (yup) Hip-hop on life support, but it's still a chance It can survive, it's alive, it ain't die yet Big and Pac ain't alive, but I ain't die yet I'm about to dissect the dutch cuz I ain't high yet I wear alot of j**els, but I ain't getted robbed yet Cuz I bear arms like guys with big biceps Yes [Hook] Ain't nodody gonna stop me now "And all the way to the top, cuz" Jay-Z We gonna take it to the top "Get the money, that's it, stick to the script" Lil Fame Give it all we got, give it all we got, give it all we got "And all the way to the top" Jay-Z We gonna take it to the top "Get the money, that's it stick to the script" Lil Fame Rock it how we rock [Saigon] Don't get it f**ed up, I ain't in it to entertain Ain't in it for the fame, ain't in it to get a name I am with many consider a spitter of flame What n***as done did to the game, sh** is a shame Everybody sh** is the same 99.99 percent of n***as lyrics is lame When I spit the room temperature chance You would swear I inherited 2pac's soul, both Christopher's brain Mindstate of The Rock, wittyness of Lamont Spirit of the sidewalk, grittyness of the block Wanna play gorilla for what Trauma with Saigon, sh** will get uglier than a fertility hut I'll catch you with a ill uppercut Then watch your nose bleed enough blood for you to fill up a cup (yup) You don't want the nine mill to erupt Jump out the back of truck like whuttup Commenced to clappin' you up What-the-f** [Hook] [Termanology] Termanology, chea Ayo my flow's like 10/10 Throwed of the medicin And my bags come back fat like M&M Nobody could body me, throw me in the ring with them Simpleton rap cats, like Owen Hart, I'm k**in' them We three of the last alive, Ology, Ca** and Sai Mastermind cats known for giving you cla**ic lines I might of not have went platinum, but i'll snatch the shine Off of any platinum rapcat with this plastic nine I rhyme gritty like Sai-gitty and Sean-Piddy Who wanna rhyme with me, my n***a my minds silly I'm from a fast city like Philly the Ca** city My tracks witty, I snatch Fizzy to mash with me I take a eight of dro turn it to a acres slow Make a O, bake a O, homie this the wakeup show That's how I spit, all these chicks on my dick You just switch for the chips, I just stick to the - script [Hook] [T]Statik Selektah [T]Saigon [T]Ca**idy [T]Termanology] [T]Stick to the script