Stop, Look, Listen (Feat. Styles P, Termanology & Q-Tip)

[Intro: Styles P - talking] [echo]
 Yeah, SP, Ghost Phantom
 Statik Selektah
 Stop, look and listen boys
 What's the real deal? Hoodied up with the I'll grill
 Gettin mad high, watching "Kill Bill" (yeah)
 You know both parts (both)
 I'm from a hood where they put you in a bodybag to say they got the
 Most heart
 I stay composed like Mozart
 Straight music, we could bump and thump just like a go-kart
 Stop, look and listen (stop), pause, watch and stare
 Guns in the Sean John, G-Unit, Rocawear
 Yeah they in high school (they young) but they Crips or they Pirus
 Fly through soft and they dry you
 I seen mad drama, is it bad karma? (is it?)
 I don't know though, stay movin in slow mo' (move)
 Stressful days, so a nigga blew a whole O (blow)
 Fall down, get 'em swingin like Kodo (yeah)
 Play my position
 And I ain't MC Lyte but I know how to "Stop, Look and Listen"
 "Stop, look, listen"
 "Now pay attention"
 ("Stop, stop, look and listen")
 "Stop, take a look, listen"
 "Pay attention"
 ("Stop, stop, look and listen")
 "Stop, look, listen"
 "Pay attention"
 ("Stop, stop, look and listen")
 "Stop, take a look, listen"
 ("Stop, look and listen")
 Stop, look and listen
 Naw I mean?
 Haha
 Classic shit baby
 Aiyyo, if cats would of told me I'd be on a track
 With Q-Tip and Styles P, just a couple years back
 When, I ain't have jack and I was still jackin
 I would of reacted like "nah"
 But, see how life turns around fucker
 I got my all black beads and my white Chuckers
 I don't coincide with them boys throwin signs
 'Cause it leads to four to nines or it lead to homicide
 Remember Nas said "Muslims say free the mind"
 Nowadays rap music like "blind lead the blind"
 Everybody wanna pop, everybody wanna bang
 If you ain't built like that, then stay in your lane
 Everybody wanna thug, they don't wanna stop, look and listen
 'Til they get locked in the prison
 And ain't no soft shit here, my whole family bang
 But I ain't tryin to leave y'all in the rain, you gotta
 These dudes are like toddlers, who cry and whine regardless
 Of all the toys they've acquired since they've been artists
 Now, stop, look and listen, this is your Pop's edition
 So I'd advise you be wise and take in this rendition
 Now stop the episode, before you get exposed
 And all of those you turned on, will still turn up they nose
 Stop bein self-centered, look outside yourself for once
 Look with a humble eye, don't look like a fuckin dunce
 You're not the shit because your music, people listen to it
 You're like a Mack truck playin chicken with a Buick
 A bad car crash, you're rubberneckin on the road
 They stop and they look just to see if you explode
 I hope you're listenin, 'cause this is rightful shit to hear
 I hear my own advice, don't worry, it's inside my ear
 And as you listen to the end of the shit I spit
 Statik Selektah's on the beat, it's ya nigga Tip
 SP, hol-holdin D-Block down
 Who you know nicer than Term'? Termanology
 (Q-Tip) (The People's Choice)
 Yeah, Statik on the beat
 (Statik Selektah)