Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Radiant Jewels , by - Sean Price. Release date: 29.06.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Radiant Jewels |
| Criminal kingpins, gangstas and cheap friends |
| Actors, vixens, niggas put your kicks in |
| Blood money when we hawking, ackward gun that go around curves |
| Bullets braze niggas with coffin, yo |
| Watch how to rhyme with hammers, I got two mens |
| That don’t speak English, shooting game’s bananas |
| Down in Spain, my bangles, clusty, checking my swings |
| Trillians on, yo, cuffing my jeans |
| Broad day, yo, body another, my microphone is like |
| Blow 'caine, one, pull the trees, you love us, yo |
| So killers be cool, pimps, read rules |
| When a grown man is rapping, it’s Ill Street Blues |
| Striving, nigga, with one side |
| Don’t go against totally rent shit, nigga, baby gonna die |
| Yeah, bank robbers armored up, gear like the boys in Heat |
| DeNiro told one soldier keep quiet |
| Aiyo, word to mother |
| Ya’ll niggas better bring ya selfs son, word |
| When Pun was packing a mack in back of the Acura |
| I was dealing in them buildings, it wasn’t no cameras |
| The witness savages, snitching was hazardous, now it isin’t |
| Shit is embarrasing, fuck a flow, this is a lyrical aquaduct |
| Sink or swim for what I’m hearing you bagging up |
| Lyte like the MC, I’m 'paper thin', you tripping |
| I’m taking trips, your eyes don’t lie, take a glimpse |
| Into my life, you see me blazing clips, with the green to make it rich |
| With a team that’ll scrape the Knicks, and a v that’s crazy quick |
| I came to wear my Yankee fitted, represent for greatness |
| It’s lyrical elevation, causing mental stimulation |
| If I’m getting too deep, I give you a minute to take in |
| My jewels radiant, like a view of the Caymans |
| And thinking you seeing me, who you playing with? |
| Cor, Mega, raw forever |
| Fell back, pause, fell off? |
| Never |
| P! |
| Shaolin, what up? |
| Aiyo, listen giraffe neck niggas, I blast techs |
| Alejandro, came through with the Mexican Aztecs |
| Rap smack niggas on a whole different aspect |
| Homey, owe me dough, that’s how we fucked up his last check |
| Three train Saratoga, train stop, nigga been |
| Metro part with the plan, make major figures |
| Foul flagrant, two shots, give me the ball back |
| You got shot, get off my ball sack |
| You not hot, give me a call back, niggas is all wack |
| Super doopa stupid, get drugs and I fall back |
| P, ain’t a problem that the God can’t handle |
| I set it off First Blood, Sean John Rambo |
| Whoooo, as you can see, I’m focused |
| Boot Camp for life, fuck the G.I. |
| Joe shit |
| Boot Camp is an Army, better yet a Navy |
| Marine Air Force Ones, nigga, the shit’s crazy, don’t play me |