| Yeah, come on, yeah come on Throw ya hands up, yeah yeah
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| Sean P! |
| Sean P!
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| Blast these niggaz son!
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| You can catch me in ya tenement, doing too much drugs
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| Straight Jimi Hendrexin', pop the drinker, my mom’s on dope
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| Pick up they bad habit, now the God do both
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| Poppin’some pills, sniffin’a line, drinkin’some wine
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| Up in the club, grabbin’my gun, fucking my shine
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| Bling bling, bling bling, it’s a Sean Price thing
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| Too many clowns want the crown, but it only one king
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| I’m, the King ask Rock, there is none higher
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| Bitch ass niggaz, better call me sire
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| Burn my kingdom, must use fire
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| Big bag of weed, a dutch and some Eazy Wire
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| Yo, Ruck at it, drug habit and all
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| Bust matics, chrome static I ain’t fuckin’with y’all
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| Don’t get my hands dirty, I got goons that spray
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| Quick to kill a motherfucker, like boom bye yeah
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| Dru Ha, what up, yeah yeah
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| Buckshot, what up, yeah yeah
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| Big Rock, what up, yo yo Tek and Steel what up, yo yo
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| «First name Sean, last name Price»
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| I step in, and in weighing an even two hundred
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| Lost twenty pounds in e-ville, fuckin around with E pills
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| So I took a trip to Jacklin Lane
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| Got my weight back like that when I snatched the chain
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| Keep it hardcore, far more than the average
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| And job core, I smoke more than ya bastards
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| Y’all niggaz ain’t fuckin’with Ruck
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| Whylin’like it’s dust in my dutch, motherfucker
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| Stupid bitches think the god got plenty dough
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| Just because they sober, motherfucker I pull any jones
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| Have to step back and laugh at these hoes
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| I’m Sean Price, the brokest rapper you know, nice to meet ya Ike Turner when rockin’the wife beater
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| You step on my toes, hoes and get white on my sneakers
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| Rustee Juxx, what up, yo yo Illa Noyz, what up, yo yo Elroy, what up, yo yo Sephlo, what up, yo yo
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| «First name Sean, last name Price»
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| You can say what you want, just spell my First name Sean, last name Price
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| Niggaz I’m David Ruffin in the flesh
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| Fucked up in the game, but never the less, I’m the best, yo Niggaz be rhymin’bout nothing
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| I rhyme about nothing, and sound like something
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| I used to sell crack and listen to Redman
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| Now I smoke black, while I’m gettin’some head, damn
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| Sean Price, almost broker than most
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| That’s why the gunsmoke chokin’ya throat, stick 'em up Put ya hands where my eyes can see
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| Yo, this ain’t Busta Rhymes, bong, bust a nine
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| Bong, roughest and toughest, so don’t fuck with mine
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| I will, snuff 'em and cut 'em, before he fuck with mine, yo |