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[Sean Price] |
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The first verse is the worst |
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Like why the fuck they call you Jesus Price, nigga? |
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And you curse in church |
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Napoleon complex, niggas earth your Lurch |
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Fuck a hook, nigga, earth my turf |
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Nah I mean, gave a pound of vile pork, beat Malachai off |
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Had to slap him in the face, with a Ballantine cloth |
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Silverback Sean's happy on songs, I ain't dissing |
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Just you muthafuckas listening wrong, listen |
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Cock diesel niggas smoking on crack, Tony Atlas |
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Flash forward flowing, ???you Thelonious baskets??? |
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I mastered the style and mastered the styles |
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I fight the fair one then blast a round wit the pound |
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Sean is the best, ya'll niggas is the opposite, pa |
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Shut the fuck up, put a sock in it, pa, be quiet |
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I put a hole in ya hat, Jesus Price soul controller of rap, amen |
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[Chorus: Flood] |
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This that hard body shit, pump shotty shit |
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Niggas shooting the party up over a bitch, shit |
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This that ignorant shit, niggas pull a trigger, quick |
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This what ignorance is, yea fire and all this |
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If you dealing with bricks, then we gon' take it |
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And if you dealing with chips, then we gon' take it |
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But if you dealing wit tips, ma, then shake it |
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Cuz my niggas is in this bitch, and that's crazy |
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[Buckshot] |
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It's the five foot gorilla with the mind of a killa |
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Killing every nigga in sight, murdered by ya mirror |
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Ill reflections of protectin ya face |
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Bitches tucking in they necklace when I step in the place |
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Niggas acting like they hard, but they soft as Jell-O |
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You can tell them niggas pussy, when they walk by, hello |
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I know, I was scoping you, was hoping I fall |
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Like a pair of over sized shorts, no, not at all |
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I'm not the one, but I got that two |
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And if you need me to add on more, I bring it through |
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Cuz I got a trunk for niggas who say they ain't scared |
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Go for your gun, I let my mac ten braid ya hair |
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With a little style, I call presto change-o |
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When the bullets in the chamber, I press it to change, yo |
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Right back atcha, with the knife and bat atcha |
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Better ask you could I smack you, if I didn't, I was glad to |
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[Chorus: Flood] |
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This that hard body shit, pump shotty shit |
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Niggas shooting the party up over a bitch, shit |
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This that ignorant shit, niggas pull a trigger, quick |
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This what ignorance is, yea fire and all this |
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If you dealing with bricks, then we gon' take it |
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And if you dealing with chips, then we gon' take it |
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But if you dealing wit tips, ma, then shake it |
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Cuz my niggas is in this bitch, and that's crazy |
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[Ruste Juxxe] |
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Yeah, burn a good tree from the yard, then |
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Juxxe make you lick shots pon de squad, then |
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I rock rock wit that bang bang boogie |
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Stomp through hot blocks with that thang thang wit me |
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It's all gravy and mashed potatoes, I smash haters |
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Bust bullets, blast tazers, slash razors |
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Say my rap sheet is longer than my wrap sheet |
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Young niggas ask me, rhyming to a rap beat |
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Crack in the days of the eighties |
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Produced alotta inner city hood crack babies |
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Bird niggas moving like a chicken with his throat slit |
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But I bet I lean 'em when I hit 'em wit this dope shit |
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Never slip, slack off and blowing your back off |
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Niggas is wack soft, we throwing your track off |
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Never got a pack off, fuck the jack off |
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I'mma let the latch off and pop ya cap off |
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[Chorus: Flood] |
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This that hard body shit, pump shotty shit |
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Niggas shooting the party up over a bitch, shit |
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This that ignorant shit, niggas pull a trigger, quick |
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This what ignorance is, yea fire and all this |
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If you dealing with bricks, then we gon' take it |
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And if you dealing with chips, then we gon' take it |
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But if you dealing wit tips, ma, then shake it |
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Cuz my niggas is in this bitch, and that's crazy |
