Statik Selektah, Rim Da Villin, Smoke DZA, Lil’ Fame - No More lyrics

No more hatred, no more heartache
Statik Selektah fuck 'em
Lovely sunshine, I will pay no fuck 'em
Nigga no more sickness, no more sorrow
Statik Selektah what's up?
Lovely sunshine that will pay no pan
In the gold in that yeah, I reminisce
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, let me go
Back, let me go back, hold up

Listen, I'm reminiscin' how we
Rolled through the hood (Come on)
Pushed through in the big Cadillac that
Had bullet holes in the hood
Foes in the hood got exposed in the hood
(yeah) ex prom queens that turned to
Hoes in the hood but, I'm just a gun owner
Hit you with that blang blanga
Motherfucker, you won't live it
To see next summer
Want my name then you should stop that shit
My trigger finger got exema
Just itchin' to pop that bitch
(Ayo) - Ain't nothin' before him
Nothin' after him
(You know the name) - Fame
That boy spaz on 'em
(MOP) - That's the acronym
But my goal is to tryna frontin' them checks
And I get back at 'em
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck
This shit get realer, I'm still a catpilla
Twista, cap back mista
Fo'-fifth ya, I won't miss ya
Yo, Statik, let's get richer

Right richer than Richie
Richer than most of these rap niggas on
Major labels thinkin' they Big Willy (Right)
Get busy
And I own my masters for real so when
You get out that deal get with me
Mac got a bit chilly, wrist got a six series
That advance is just a flip for me (Right)
Niggas that live in the past
Still'll lift for me
Iceberg big, everything else is history
(Really)
Dough rollin', I'm stackin' my change
Elite in my lane, hail mary, my packages came
Youngings with the statik
They want the status of Lil' Fame
"Ante Up" on loop in they brain
When they snatchin' the chain
Kush god, I be havin' the strains
Yeah, I'm still a drug dealer
Mister hundred pack sealer fuck sax
Now twist up, you get the picture

Uh, y'all lead the copy the carpenters laid
My style is engraved
No foul sendin' when I'm improvin' this wave
Mastered this, the beat is a slave
Keep 'em amazed
I light the booth up like I'm throwing a rave
I give you something to shoot in the vein
I move the pain
This drug trafficking that'll show up in ways
Not losin' my weight
The road took a toll that I paid
No easy pass, got a path in your way
Roll up the cess for Sean P
Spark it and bless pullin' niggas' cards
There's nothin' but jokers on deck
Yeah, my endeavors endorsin' the cheddar
These niggas tough, but soft with emotion
That's pussy in leather
Without a Statik lit, no fit keep your pigs
Fire on wax without a candlestick
I keep it dark, tryna dodge they sabotage
You stick up move the beef with
Wade like a cattle prod

No more hatred, no more heartache
Lovely sunshine that will pay no
No more sickness, no more sorrow
Lovely sunshine that will pay no pan
In the gold in that