Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cardiac , by - Sean Price. Release date: 29.01.2007
Song language: English
Cardiac |
| The first verse is the worst |
| Like why the fuck they call you Jesus Price, nigga? |
| And you curse in church |
| Napoleon complex, niggas earth your Lurch |
| Fuck a hood, nigga, earth my turf |
| Nah I mean, gave a pound of vile pork, beat Malachi off |
| Had to slap him in the face, with a Ballantine cloth |
| Silverback Sean’s happy on songs, I ain’t dissing |
| Just you muthafuckas listening wrong, listen |
| Cock diesel niggas smoking on crack, Tony Atlas |
| Flash four-four, with them Thelonious bastards |
| I mastered the style of mastering styles |
| I fight a fair one then blast a round with the pound |
| Sean is the best, ya’ll niggas is the opposite, pa |
| Shut the fuck up, put a sock in it, pa, be quiet |
| I put a hole in ya hat, Jesus Price soul controller of rap, amen |
| This that hard body shit, pump shotty shit |
| Niggas shooting the party up over a bitch, shit |
| This that ignorant shit, niggas pull a trigger, quick |
| This what ignorance is, yea fire and all this |
| If you dealing with bricks, then we gon' take it |
| And if you dealing with chips, then we gon' take it |
| But if you dealing with tips, my head shake it |
| Cuz my niggas is in this shit, and that’s crazy |
| It’s the five foot gorilla with the mind of a killa |
| Killing every nigga in sight, murdered by ya mirror |
| Ill reflections of a protecting ya face |
| Bitches tucking in they necklace when I step in the place |
| Niggas acting like they hard, but they soft as Jell-O |
| You can tell them niggas pussy, when they walk by, hello |
| I know, I was scoping you, was hoping I fall |
| Like a pair on design shorts, no, not at all |
| I’m not the one, but I got that two |
| And if you need me to add on more, I bring it through |
| Cuz I got a trunk for niggas who say they ain’t scared |
| Go for your gun, I let my mack ten braid ya hair |
| With a little style, I call presto change-o |
| When the bullets in the chamber, I press it to change, yo |
| Right back atcha, with the knife and bat atcha |
| Better ask you could I smack you, if I didn’t, I was glad to |
| This that hard body shit, pump shotty shit |
| Niggas shooting the party up over a bitch, shit |
| This that ignorant shit, niggas pull a trigger, quick |
| This what ignorance is, yea fire and all this |
| If you dealing with bricks, then we gon' take it |
| And if you dealing with chips, then we gon' take it |
| But if you dealing with tips, my head shake it |
| Cuz my niggas is in this shit, and that’s crazy |
| Yeah, run a good tree from the yard, then |
| Juxx make you lick shots pon de squad, then |
| I rock rock wit that bang bang boogie |
| Stomp through hot blocks with that thang thang wit me |
| It’s all gravy and mashed potatoes, I smash haters |
| Bust bullets, blast tazers, slash razors |
| Say my rap sheet is longer than my wrap sheet |
| Young niggas ask me, rhyming to a rap beat |
| Crack in the days of the eighties |
| Produced alotta inner city hood crack babies |
| Bird niggas moving like a chicken with his throat slit |
| But I bet I lean 'em when I hit 'em wit this dope shit |
| Never slip, slack off and blowing your back off |
| Niggas is wack soft, we throwing your track off |
| Never got a pack off, fuck the jack off |
| I’mma let the latch off and pop ya cap off |
| This that hard body shit, pump shotty shit |
| Niggas shooting the party up over a bitch, shit |
| This that ignorant shit, niggas pull a trigger, quick |
| This what ignorance is, yea fire and all this |
| If you dealing with bricks, then we gon' take it |
| And if you dealing with chips, then we gon' take it |
| But if you dealing with tips, my head shake it |
| Cuz my niggas is in this shit, and that’s crazy |