Artist: Statik Selektah f/ Bun B, Sean Price, Styles P
Album:  Lucky 7
Song:   Top Tier
Typed by Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com, Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Sean Price] (Statik Selektah sample)
Yeah! (Statik Selektah!) Yeah! Yo! Listen!

[Verse One: Sean Price]
I'm top ten, you tone up top from the top tier
Tat his iPhone the animal Ock, I box bears (P!)
Got those quotes to Glock pop folks
Two times in the head and laugh, that's the knock-knock joke (P!)
Ah! Shots fly I nail ya
One eye open scopin' I'm Popeye the Sailor
Listen! Uh! Used to get hungry off of the stress plate
Used to get money off a cassette tape
The best ain't made great the godfather 
Large armour logical, I'm on point chronological
I don't rock boots with spikes nigga
Don't watch +Roots+ with white niggas
Bullets bop bigots away when the eight's spittin'
Blow this shit out of proportion erasin racism
A degree for my declaration
When sayin' Sean P say the P with an exclamation
Motherfucker!!!

[Verse Two: Bun B]
Let me tell you 'bout this story of a young'n (huh)
Raised in the ghetto that he was brung in 'round the drinkin' and druggin'
Had to box it out in back yards so I put my Nike Airs on and dug in the dirt and I started sluggin' (man)
I lost some, I won some, but I fought 'em all (all)
Tryin' not to be another name up on a wall (wall)
Lots of murals that's been painted in memory of
But I'm still here so before I'm gone gimme the love (love)
I'm a take my flowers now while I can still smell 'em (smell 'em)
Then roll up the strongest trees and inhale 'em (hale 'em)
The world is gettin worse, every day I try to tell 'em (tell 'em)
As long as you keep buyin' the lies then they gon' sell 'em (sell 'em)
Young niggas is mad and they tired, ready to act out (huh)
You can't keep killin' them and not expect them to black out (for real)
You lock the front doors on 'em and they take the back route (and)
All yo' shit'll leave yo' face with the shit smacked out

[Verse Three: Styles P]
I'm frayin' but I'm sayin' that I'm sprayin' 'cause I am if I have to 
Salute the niggas layin' on the land like a statue
If I say I'm stayin' where I stand I'ma vanish
If I say I'm out, you playin' with the menace
That's like +V for Vendetta+, no mask and no cape
You wouldn't understand the Ghost without a mask on yo' face
Shoulda really feel somethin', if they blast in yo' face
If you playin' in the jungle feel the wrath of those apes
But I'm positive and negative, ignorant and conscience too
Listen to the angels but I, watch what the monsters do
You addicted niggas'll sponsor you
Tell you we have another one, watch that shit conquer you
Even the wise do foolish shit
Even the cop will kill a kid that go to school and shit
Believe it or not, stand still and you can move with it
Open your eyes, I ain't even got to prove the shit
Yeah!

[Outro: Sample]
Oh my god! How I humble myself!
As I bow to your throne
I pray for love, peace, and happiness
To be present in my home, yes, I do
And let your heart...