Statik Selektah - Affiliated lyrics

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] n***as know what I'm affiliated with I'm quick to bust a move And bust yo' windows for this paper b**h n***as get all off Gibbs They don't wanna get into this gangsta sh** Fryin' yo' a** in front of yo' family yo that's my favorite sh** to do to n***as Bet you runnin' through these n***as Like a pack of condoms Sick just like a pa**ed the flu to n***as I was diplomatic But this sh** was gettin' through to n***as The way these f*ggots be acting Make me just wanna shoot at n***as Go back to my roots on n***as A SK and a shadeball Leave your crib one day without choppers you gon' be dead dog Burn some n***as off and then paid the cost over bread dog Busta came in asked for some credit But I'm like "Hell naw'" If I was Jimmy henchman I would have been left the country f** the snitches and p**y polices Them n***as monkeys Ten pounds of kush and a set of speakers That sh** was funky I just needed d** I'm a plug wrapping this sh** before me [Verse 2: Reks] Spazzmatic cabbage cranium cla**ic Deliver ba*tard bars Freddie and Statik Pushing the pad Pinnacle General as if I be as mad and can fill syllables In lyrical paragraphs Or scribbling battle raps Or story verses They gon' need hearses Undertaker mother nature You be one with makers Son to say your pa**ion Haysoos(Jesus) sip great goose Henny yeah reminisce R-E-K-S Genesis The revolution's evolution Till revelation You made your bed with satan Game is full of hella hatin' I'm baking a book of statements For real MC's To k** the likes of Little B's Enemies Turn to mini Me's Lord of Gary R and Freddie k**in' beats Pinnacle of [?] To the owens [?] I'm omens to all men Poker table all in Get to know the label Yall' showin' off We the spokemen [Verse 3: Push!] Lights camera action! It's the main attraction Nothing like the rest of these f*ggots The bullsh** on the radio Heard by ma**es I'm MJ with a team full of Kerrs and Paxtons Squad of shooters With black rugers Baby mama wallin' True to the stash looters You can ask around Know Push keep it the truest Looking at the American version of [?] [?] n***a f** it I do this Need to come holler at your boy And get some [?] Might see me with thirty grand in front of hipsters But I'm knee deep in the street Don't get me mixed up I'm dirty It's best to be cool fam sh**, I'm Tim Taylor with the tool man Play Wilson and I peek over the gate Soon as I see your brow Squeeze it in your face