Take To The Top (stick 2 The Script)

[c]yeah

[c]the hustler - cassidy

[c]saigon

[t]termanology

[c]statik selaktah

[c]stick to the script

[cassidy]

When i was drug dealing, man (yeah)

I made a killing, man (yeah)

I'm not broke, i cop coke by the kilogram

Fuck how your feeling, man (what)

I'm a villain man, and i'll kill 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 jewels, but i ain't getted robbed yet

Cuz i bear arms like guys with big biceps

Yes

[chorus]

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 fucked 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 niggas done did to the game, shit is a shame

Everybody shit is the same

99.99 procent of niggas 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, shit 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-fuck

[chorus]

[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 killin' them

We three of the last alive, ology, cass and sai

Mastermind cats known for giving you classic 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-giggy and shyne-piddy

Who wanna rhyme with me, my nigga my minds silly

I'm from a fast city like philly the cass 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

[chorus]

[t]statik selektah

[t]saigon

[t]cassidy

[t]termanology]

[t]stick to the script