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(feat. Starang Wondah & Steele) |
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[Sean Price] |
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Let's play freeze tag with icepicks |
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Nightshift, selling white shit to white chicks |
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Bikes with vicegrips, scuffed up Huffies |
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For the crime, do Shyne time, that's fucked up |
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You the type to get fucked up monthly, beat down daily |
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And smoke up your disability check |
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Sean Price, bout as real as he get, I'm no fool, I'm old school |
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Like I'm hard as Gillmore with the skin |
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If ya, walk through my block and talk about Ruck |
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You get touched motherfucker, cause you talk too much |
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Come walk with P, so you all can see |
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How I get dough, spit flows, to an awkward beat |
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Betta look both ways, before you cross the street |
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The Pirelli's on the porsche, push you off your feet |
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Sean P., one half of the incredible rap team |
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Y'all niggaz smoked out, incredible track fiend |
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[Starang Wondah] |
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Y'all niggaz is too old to think the way you do |
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And you cowards, never do what you say you do |
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I'm in the hood, running with the same crazy crew |
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And you ain't nice, you sound like Jay-Z, too |
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Niggaz is frontin', actin' like bad boys |
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Y'all move in silence, we make mad noise |
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When it's beef in the streets, we don't try and make peace |
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I got killas that 'just blaze', and they don't make beats |
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S dot, size R, with the long flee |
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Ghetto bitch, fat ass, with the long weave |
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[Chorus 2x: Steele] |
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Aiyo, get down, lay down, everybody get on the floor |
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This is beef, you don't want that pa |
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Better warn everybody in ya city or town |
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Let 'em know, what what, this is the shakedown |
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[Steele] |
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Three star camouflage, mob the bar |
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Vodka, cognac, it's a mardi gras |
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Roll a big marley, y'all, fanto cigar |
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I got mami in the back with the God |
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Back to the car, get it in the back of the car |
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I had her fiddlin' with the latch on the bra |
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I was huggin' at the strap on the thong |
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Thuggin' like a rap nigga song |
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Grindin', to the crack of the dawn |
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She make a nigga wanna come back in the morn' |
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Make her want a nigga, back, after I'm gone |
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That's what I'm on, baby got back, word is bond |
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Have y'all like, 'damn, them shit is wrong' |
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Have you like, 'damn, that shit is song' |
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Flip down, lay down, sell or it goes through the raw |
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Four door, gator poured on twenty fours |
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Bucktown USA, connect with your boys |
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[Sean Price] |
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Aiyo, shorty look good |
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Nah, she ugly, but I'm drunk as hell, so fuck it shorty look good |
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The bitch did E, plus she smoke good trees |
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So me being who I be, I had to do me |
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The bitch wanted me to straight spit in the cash |
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Slow dubs, slow fucks, Teddy Pendergrass, no |
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I don't switch to bend yo ass, to fuck |
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Over down, jump in your tenants and dash, yo |
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She talkin' bout that ain't fair |
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Bitch that's two dollars, fuck you mean, that ain't fair |
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Yo, Sean Price, and the price is cheaper |
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Only splurge on icebergs, Nike's and reefer |
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Timberland boots, and plus a gun to shoot |
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And a pocket full of coke, in case I don't recoup |
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Cuz, time is money and money is time |
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And I just got enough time, to get that money |
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[Chorus 2x] |
