Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Title Track , by - Sean Price. Release date: 01.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Title Track |
| I’m the best in the borough, I’m the best in the city |
| I’m the best of the state, and the rest of you fakes |
| Don’t question the ape, throw the sket at your face |
| Bang, bang, shoot 'em up, make a mess of the place |
| Oh, you a E head, oh, you a weed head |
| I got a big gun, bigger than Maxi Priest dreads |
| Fuck a rhyme though I’m back on my grind mode |
| Me and my connect keeping it kosher like Shyne Po |
| How that nine go? |
| Where your guns at? |
| Faking moves, ate his food, he a lunch pack |
| This a dumb rap, but I can rap smarter |
| The educated rapper, the African Godfather |
| Just shoot and spray, Ruck boomaye |
| Mandingo warrior from the Alajuela |
| Y’all niggas know the flow is wicked |
| Your bitch suck dick for show tickets |
| Yo, you a battle rapper |
| You be rapping in battles |
| I shoot the shit up, duke, it’s a wrap for the battle |
| Niggas yapping they tattle |
| It’s a wrap when I catch you |
| Chrome to your iPhone, duke I clap at your Apple |
| I’m God’s favorite |
| I’m flagrant with arms face it |
| I’m breaking your arms while niggas raping your moms naked |
| P forever, I’m better, the wordsmith |
| Lyrically Michael the Tyson, you Trevor the Berbick |
| Smack a nigga on sight, B |
| Adidas track suit with Nikes |
| Mean mugging who? |
| Your jeans colorful |
| Rainbow Brite, good night, I can’t fuck with you |
| You a lame, homie, do ya thing, homie |
| Put your head between your legs and do your thing, homie |
| Literally, y’all niggas is bitch boys |
| The last LP -- I quit, boy |