The Alchemist ft. Stat Quo, M.O.P. - Stop the Show Lyrics

Yeah, Stat Quo, nigga (Woo)
Alchemist, I love this thang (Come on)
Yeah (Woo) do a little something like (yeah)
Do a little something like (yeah)
Yeah, fake niggas (yeah)

Yeah (yeah) , Stat Quo in this mug, my word my bond
Put that on err ounce of blood
Born and raised in the mud, love is love
Therefore, now a nigga got on
They seem to care a lot more
Fair weather bring the snakes in
My third eye open
I can see through they fake skin
And you ain't a friend of mine
You only show up when it's dinnertime
And eating weak benefit's
Trying to take mine
You been a bitch, bottom line, huh
You ain't none of my kinfolk
You ain't ride when a nigga was dead broke
All these brand new niggas trying
To join the squad
Can't infiltrate this thang of ours
I seeing what they tryna do, believe me
I'm watching they moves
Y'all motherfuckers must got Stat confused
Like the squad won't smoke squares
Like a box of Kools
Ludacris talk a make a nigga act a fool, yeah

When the thugs come out, the slugs come out
Shawty, when the dubs come out
Them hoes come out
Soon as the checks come in, the snakes appear
Watch when the cash go up, they disappear
(Come on)
When the thugs come out, the slugs come out
Shawty, when the dubs come out
Them hoes come out
Soon as the checks come in, the snakes appear
Watch when the cash go up, they disappear

Ayy (Ayy) , Ayy (Ayy, ayy)
It seems like it's that jewelry from
Jacob that be fuckin' rappers up
'cause every nigga want a platinum chain and
The game rap wack as fuck
Where the fuck a Smith and Wesson at?
Tell him we need more niggas for the road
Niggas feel me? I’m on some
Old-school Willie-D shit, holler
I'll put a hole in your head 'bout
The size of a half-a dollar

And it go for who it may concern
For the niggas on the block
For them faggots up at radio
For the homies up at Roc
For whoever got a problem
With the way that we hip hop
It's cocked and it's nothing you can stop
So watch me work nigga
You'll find me in the middle of Sin City
You expect me not to be gritty?
Nigga, you too passionate
You need to send your mens and 'nem
I'll make 'em all delicate
Sensitive and feminine

When the thugs come out, the slugs come out
Shawty, when the dubs come out
Them hoes come out
Soon as the checks come in, the snakes appear
Watch when the cash go up, they disappear
When the thugs come out, the slugs come out
Shawty, when the dubs come out
Them hoes come out
Soon as the checks come in, the snakes appear
Watch when the cash slow up, they disappear

A-L-C … Ryders … Mobb