Artist: Statik KXNG Album: Statik KXNG Song: Everybody Know Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: KXNG Crooked] What? What what? What? What what? [Chorus: KXNG Crooked] E'rybody know, you're fuckin up the game E'rybody know, your shit it don't bang E'rybody know, you never push 'caine Never shot a thang, lame juice runnin in your veins (e'rybody know) We out here gainin power, gettin paper, gettin pussy We out here gainin power, gettin paper, gettin pussy We out here gainin power, gettin paper, gettin pussy And didn't have to sell our soul, it's Statik KXNG shit E'rybody know [KXNG Crooked] I came in this game without a dime to my name The reason they fuck with me, I was rhymin insane Every line was designed with violence and pain I spit and start climbin the ranks, a capella nigga, five minute flame Then I was ridin the train home, fuckin with Ramen Doin stick-ups with rusty llamas, we ain't got nothin in common If I told you my life story man your stomach'll vomit Now I'm big enough in the game to light a blunt on a comet We the commission, we kill 'em, we ain't seekin permission Amber alert, I'm probably with your freak if she missin I'm expectin some head, 'til I'm in the fetal position She want breakfast in bed, bitch better sleep in the kitchen Speakin of sleepin, they sleep on me often People are talkin way more than they need to be talkin Them presidential suites you're sleepin in need to be coffins Ay, proceed with some caution when you're speakin of bosses Your main piece can get tossed and I'ma leave skeet in your office I'm lethal and heartless - y'all niggaz so weak to me (weak) If you say somethin hot (hot) I'ma be shocked (shocked) Like seein Stephen Hawkings recently walkin or easily joggin Your features be garbage, the flow's so queezy and nauseous I'm sick, wheezin and coughin, man this rap shit's so easy I'm off it I just do it for the real ones who rest in peace and died Man, somebody gotta keep them niggaz legacy alive [Chorus] [KXNG Crooked] Bitch niggaz do it for the fame, ahhh Me and you will never be the same, ahhh Power, paper, pussy, 187 on the haters Statik KXNG and we illest in the game, ahhh Bitch niggaz do it for the fame, ahhh Me and you will never be the same, ahhh Power, paper, pussy, 187 on the haters (uh, uh) Statik KXNG and we illest in the game, ahhh And e'rybody, hol' up, it's obvious the streets know (know) From starlets to Secret Sunday, even the freaks know (know) My Slaughterhouse shooters are deep on the East Coast And you don't wanna see my Long Beach niggaz in beast mode Fuck with us them damn hammers blastin in this bastard Your homies gon' be puttin bandannas in your casket Niggaz got hands, Van Damme'll get his ass kicked Rock you to sleep, the sandman'll have yo' ass, bitch The return of the real is on the cusp (on the cusp) So linkin up with Selektah, that was a must (that was a must) Even Pandora know you niggaz suck I could never listen to your station and expect to hear us [Chorus]