Testify / The Next One

[Part I: Testify] [Intro: Eminem] Yeah! Come on! Come on! ATL! Yeah, haha! Woo! If you feel like you've been touched, by our music that is [Verse 1: Eminem] Nowadays, everybody just wanna poke they nose Up in our business, what is this, some kind of joke? Man, everywhere I go, all I'm hearin' is mo' talk "What's up with Jada and Fat Joe? Doin' a song with ol' boy on the song New York? Man, I thought you just went and did a song with 'em both? Man, the streets wanna know how you gonna go and diss Michael? You should get your ghetto pass revoked" I ain't never had no ghetto pass, you asshole, you really wanna know When I did live in the ghetto, I'd catch a trespassing charge up at the railroad tracks So I suggest you get your facts straight 'fore you go, this assuming to know I ain't grow up in no trailer park just cause I was poor Man, this is my testimo-ny, now those that don't know Me or feel like they do and feel to feel compelled to go and speak on me too So, this dick goes to you and this dick goes to you And if you feel like you want it, then you can get it too And when you're through, pass it to the person next to you Ayo, Stat, get on the mic and come and spit a few [Verse 2: Stat Quo] Motherfuckers so quick to spit bullshit Stat Quo, who's this? Em gave me the assist Shorty got a full clip, standing in the pulpit A-Town misfit, reppin' that south shit Back for, some years ago, foe was hating, I hear them My flow is skatin' across the track, rollerbladin' Losing patience, want to get on chasing but this taking all my energy Tired of waitin', people fakin', frontin', like they kin to me When they really enemies Give a fuck what it is, cause this what it's gonna be Shady/Aftermath, lately, GMM, baby Young nigga out them projects, Thomasville, Grady Hospital, Freida's only baby Niggas bitin' my style get rabies Fuck you, pay me, eat a cock, swallow shit And plus you ain't fuckin' with this, so don't trip, haha [?] what an incredible twist, I write credible script that fit in with The block is in this, now testify to this Let it bang when you hear this is classic shit, yeah! [Part II: The Next One] [Intro: Stat Quo] Woo! Yeah! Yeah, ease into it [Chorus: Stat Quo] I'm the next one, next one Motherfuckers can't fuck with me, with me Got a problem, shorty, come get me, get me Nah, I ain't Dr. Dre, nah I ain't Eminem or 50, dog, I'm Stat [Verse 1: Stat Quo] As I think back, retract, from the classroom to the trap Freida's only son had to hustle for scraps, it's hard to relax When your wage minimum, being broke, fuck, with my adrenaline Before Dre and Eminem, I was tryna get on, demo tapes, state to state Performin' at clubs, doin' whatever it take, relyin' on faith Hopin' my dreams take shape and my fate meeting (?) I would wait for these A&Rs say I ain't grind, bitch Spendin' my last dime on this studio time, shit A lot of folk told me I was stupid for tryin' this Situation crucial feds off in my climate Takin' pictures of me, it was ugly The spot got hot, scene felt like curry Had my vision blurry till Underground Atlanta Hit the streets, me and Zeke put a plan together Shorty, it's now or never, down to do whatever You see the rainfall came, but I had to bare that weather Look, your boy need cheddar, like a mil or better I was fed up but the benefit was worth the effort [Bridge 1: Stat Quo] I was patiently waitin' Used to get love, now the same niggas hatin' [?] Partner, don't get it separated or twisted you can't fade us Stat the wrong motherfucker to play with, understand me [Bridge 2: Eminem] If you open your ears long enough to listen you may hear what you been missin' out all of this time I been put in position to put others in position so quit your bitchin', learn how to rhyme, get signed and get your shine [Verse 2: Eminem] It's like this and like that and uh Welcome to Statlanta Shady/Aftermath and uh A brand new rapper from Atlanta who goes by the name of Stat Quo Introducin' our new excuse to keep producin', continue to do music, use it and expand it and make rap grow The hottest new shit on a planet on a new plateau But don't confuse it, you don't understand it, let me break it down for you to show you how we do shit so that you cats know This is Statlanta 101 cause we don't want no one walkin' out this motherfucker with tunnel vision So, anyone with questions you want answered just ask 'em, we'll try to unmask 'em and maybe explain why so few cats blow Just spit the truth when you get in this booth and do that, though That there boy, he hot to death, you already knew that, though Is he the greatest from the ATL? We got haters all day to debate us So we'll just say this: he's one you wouldn't want to tackle [Bridge 3: Stat Quo] I got caviar wishes, Box Chevy dreams CD covers, TV screens The booth or the block [?] triple beam I'ma make it by any means, ha, ha, ha Fuck what you're sayin', God put me here to shine Goin' on to white-collar crime The rhyme or the grind, MPC or the 9 I'ma make it, I need mine, ha, ha, ha [Verse 3: Stat Quo] I could care less, fuck y'all, you don't make or break me Real niggas love me, pussy niggas hate me Down bitches ride for Stat Quo, they know The A-Town D Young County be trill folk Didn't no other label offer me no deal Till they found out Shady/Aftermath was interested Then they started to bid, want the truth? There it is This ain't a gimmick, this the south, and I be that kid Just ride through watching lines of his rhymes In time you gon' find you on a great trip Every word out the lip be some extraordinary shit The piece of the puzzle that fit, it's Stat Quo, you son of a bitch Yeah! [Chorus: Stat Quo] I'm the next one, next one Motherfuckers can't fuck with me, with me Got a problem, shorty, come get me, get me Nah, I ain't Dr. Dre, nah I ain't Eminem or 50, dog, I'm Stat