Statik Selektah - Word Is Bond lyrics

[Verse 1] Got the reggies from the Bush Get lifted like a saint off the kush, man all my n***as push So I always got the zipstock in the Ziplock Stay lo, like Ralph lip stock, hit the Mary, won't kiss and tell My lips locked but my grip's not so I pa** it off Real burners, and we ashing off your furniture f** your couch, b**h, hush your mouth She said she fell in one of them Ls, but lust don't count These chickens don't love me, they love the account But they will never know what's the amount, I keep the hoes in check 'Til they bounce, don't ever let a chick see you withdrawn These n***as want to know what I draw with But won't respond to what I've drawn Tetrahedrons, take a dose of Patron With knowledge juice and deuce Cubes of Metatron They wouldn't hear the tone through a megaphone, let alone Cella phone, but my line stay hella blown Hella blown, hella blown [Verse 2] Yo Houston, we got a problem, copy Four, five hotties in the lobby Said that they can blow the rockets properly, but blow up spots and never stop Like them aki's, they never get aqui to my property Known around my city like George Pataki Young Jason for them dollars in the mix like teriyaki And round four, I force my large Versace Over my big head, cause I don't live here, she getting too co*ky Won't spot me in no closet I ain't like Kels and them Her closet full of arm limbs and a skeleton [Verse 3] I spray nines on foes, bet if you pick five emcees Seven, ain't gone flow like me, n***a I'm two-six I mean too sick, sent to Earth just to sh** Mami, come steer, some new stick, got a man?, I don't give two sh**s Better tell that doofus deuces before he catch a whipping Hit him in his Charles Dickens and strip him for his Scottie Pippens Cause it's all about the big pimping Rob him for his Nixon, and then question him about his timing Right here, it gets reckless, best advice is To tuck your necklace, and put your arms right back into your Lexus Cause G-Stone Crips, they ain't nothing To flex with, and billy gang Pyru, they really on some next sh** So if I were you I would probably ride with two No fool, not two dudes, two tools As in deuce-deuce cause n***as jack you for your soul And your new shoes and your j**els too There's something about another n***a having sh** That have a n***a spazzing clips all up in your back and dip Cause it's all about bagging the baddest chick Stacking them chicks up in Saks Fifth But word is bond, you been on Word is bond, you been on