| Stupid motherfuckers!
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| Let’s rhyme nigga! |
| (Brownsville!)
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| Teach y’all niggas how to rhyme!
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| Yeah, Felonious Munk! |
| (P!)
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| Let’s go!
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| Yo, ayo!
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| Bitch harm me, the Swiss army knife in my hand
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| Know this shit corny, but it can end the life of ya' fam
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| Niggas know Sean nice with the hands
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| Watch me punch up your face, dig in your pockets, leave you right where you
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| stand
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| Got a… dime bitch that live in Japan
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| Black belt, suck dick, chop bricks with her hand
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| Arigato, Sean Price slick like El Gato
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| Three piece suit in the booth, ain’t shit cute
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| Might… smack off half your smile
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| Go to court with a suit, smack the other half after trial
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| Plead the fifth, y’all niggas better plead the eighth
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| Don’t leave your face fucked up, now your niece is raped
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| I’m buggin', E pills, mushrooms, and dust
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| Got that nigga Sean P in the mood to bust
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| Sean P, the motherfucking all-time great
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| New York to NC nigga, the all-rhyme state
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| From, coast to coast, he traveled the land
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| Left footprints in grains of sand
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| It’s… Sean P!
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| He showed you the force the magnum deliver
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| In his presence, phony rappers’ll shiver
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| It’s… Sean P!
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| At 6'1″, weighin' an even 200
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| Lord help you if he double stacked up and blunted
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| It’s… Sean P!
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| Underrated, best in the game
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| Allow me to tell these onion heads, what’s ya' name
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| Sean P!
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| Motherfuckers ain’t as nice as me, and if they is, they woulda been Sean
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| That’s fucked up for you, you shoulda been on
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| Grabbin' the gin, drunk rappers need to grab up a pen
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| Write some ill shit nigga, then let the madness begin
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| Rhymin' for 'do, no money pa, rhymin' for dough
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| No partners, just P, highlightin' the show
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| Niggas said I lost my image, when I cut off my dreads
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| But I’m the nicest nigga out duke, fuck what you said
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| Let it be known, gold ring embedded with stone
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| So when I punch you in the head, the shit’ll dent up your dome
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| Niggas runnin' up, askin' 'bout Rock
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| I’ll send yo' ass to heaven, Motherfucker ask God about 'Pac
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| Ask about B.I.G., motherfucker ask about Pun
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| Gangsta rappers can’t fight, so they rap about guns
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| (One, one, one…)
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| From, coast to coast, he traveled the land
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| Left footprints in grains of sand
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| It’s… Sean P!
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| He showed you the force the magnum deliver
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| In his presence, phony rappers’ll shiver
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| It’s… Sean P!
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| At 6'1″, weighin' an even 200
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| Lord help you if he double stacked up and blunted
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| It’s Sean P!
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| Underrated, best in the game
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| Allow me to tell these onion heads, what’s ya' name
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| Sean P!
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| It’s… Sean P!
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| It’s… Sean P!
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| Even 200
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| «All together now»
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| Stacked up and blunted
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| It’s Sean P!
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| Best in the game |