Roll It Up

[Intro: Bun B]

Statik Selektah

That's right, baby, Texas back up in his thing

Yo, Static, I had to bring my boy Procaine back one more time

His rhymes was so devastating

I brought him back up to New York City

So he could put it down with me on this motherfucker one time

And he's smoking on that good archive, so he ready to go

Let's have a look, okay

[Verse 1: Bun B]

Let me start this bitch off with "Fuck you" from the giddy up

Big Bun Beeda back bitch fucking your city up

I'm that big dog to you little itty bitty mutts

You silly pup, your bitch at home waiting to get her titty suck

You gotta read between the lines for you to get the message

Studied for years to get the skills that I was born and blessеd with

So when you think it's time for you to cross the linе and press it

Man, I'm gone in the wind, bitch I'm been on some next shit

See, I'm from Texas and the fact is undeniable

That most rap niggas ain't reliable and non-viable

I see it from a mile away, the shit they try to pull

At a bar, you washed-up ass rappers, I'd have a dryer full

And you already know I've been through

So I'm finna put your ass in spin mode, take you tucked and fold

I'm on a motherfuckin' mission

And it's still Trill-fucking-statik 2, bitch, 420 edition, let's go

[Hook: Bun B]

We 'bout to break it down, we 'bout to roll it up

We smoking moonbow 112, blow it up

It ain't no throwing down, it ain't no holding up

So rep your side of town, hold it down, I'm going up

I'm 'bout to break it down, I'm 'bout to roll it up

I'm smoking moonbow 112, blow it up

It ain't no throwing down, it ain't no holding up

So rep your side of town, hold it down and throw it up

[Verse 2: Propain]

Ay, the young ave killer

Big smoke, man, I'm high enough to dab Dilla

Propane, that boy who keep some diamonds and cash with him

I'm bad with it, and forever trill the way that Bun and Chad did it

Fuck a loss, shit, I'm in a field until my bag fill up

A sniper too, I'm like the wig store the way I bag bitches

I'm the truth, you can't compare me to none of these trash niggas

I own the crew, and play like Jordan when he had Wizards

It's 420, a bunch of players, a lot of hash lit up

Self made, this ain't no hand out and I ain't no ass kisser

I'm back with Statik, so that mean this bigger than the last mission

This Pro and Bun, this shit like Dirk when he had Nash with him

You niggas tough, yeah, that's cool but it's a bad decision

You play with Pro, bitch we pulling up like calisthenics

But back to mission, I'm vibrating, now my pals get it

I'm rapping like I'm driving blindfolded the way I crash niggas

Pro

[Hook: Bun B]

We 'bout to break it down, we 'bout to roll it up

We smoking moonbow 112, blow it up

It ain't no throwing down, it ain't no holding up

So rep your side of town, hold it down, I'm going up

I'm 'bout to break it down, I'm 'bout to roll it up

I'm smoking moonbow 112, blow it up

It ain't no throwing down, it ain't no holding up

So rep your side of town, hold it down and throw it up

[Outro]

And love was my purpose

Through the pain of life

You brought me good mess