....Yo Ion't talk abt the coke I got cuz most of the coke that I got came from folks I shot
I dont give a fuk if u Blood or if u Loc alot
Mess with me ya head'll have an open top
I go to the Vatican with the most potent rocks
Some ole Columbian shit off the boat in blocks
Tell my man Buckshot come & tote the glock while I give out samples hope the Pope will copp
Yo WhoppBabalouBopDaWhopBamBoom Cops got a few glocks & popped Amaadou....Ha...
...Starting the roam rap gun barking the chrome whole glock globertrollic Medowlark in the zone
I aint trying to be the King gimme part of the Thrown, split the chips between Sean Price, Carter & Combs
All u Dumb Assed Kats know I'm smart with the poems, call ya crib, u ain't shit, Duke & fart on the phone
Send my man in jail some $ for a carton of bones, next time hit u ur seed cuz he' starving @ home, Pardon Me, Holmes...
Ayo BenjaminBaniker, AfrikaBamabaata, BoomBamBip to your madula amblongata
You
Think you nice but I know somebody hotter with a crackhead momma & a piece of shit father
SeanP!
Niggas trying to free Mumia, I'm unravelling roach clips trynta free this reefa
Got a BootCamp Hat on, WuWear shirt, FunkmasterFlex Lugz looking like a fucking jerk
No $, clothes bummy, nose runny, bent Metrocard .44 blow dummies
I hop on the trian in front of the cops
Popped in they brain confronting the cops
Stating the facts, no hating ya wack throw the (.3)8 to ya back & then skate wit ya track
Listen
My peoples is back you don't believe me tho
Playing games get caught, Coke&Livio
HotPeas&Butta, copp trees on Sutter, Yeah, with ya knock kneed-ed Mother, yo
Im one of the best u one of the worst gun on ya chest blood on your shirt Sun is beserk, yo....
Peep the tools of the trade, I run wth PuertoRican kats that fool with the blade
That's a sterotype, no radio songs for me
Stero Type
Yous a MotherRUCKing son of a bitch, always telling the cops, like ya Pops, u a son of a snitch
Ion't run with motherfuckas who be running they lip, perculate with the lb (.45) & git it Crunk in this bitch.....
....Listen, I carry the chrome
(under)'Stand me
Ya get ya ass whipped that quick Marion Jones
Its the God7 leap hurdles while chiefing the deep purple, welcome to the Decathalon of the rapper Sean
Yo, African Black from Timbuktu clap @ u kats, stomp u out now my Timbs scuffed too, Im the type to clap 6 in ya front, smoke a blunt on ya porch then suport BlackHistory Month
Listen, Im Red, Black & Green with the fist but Im red when the black & green gets mixed in the spliff digg?
U aint a Rasta, U Italian, duke u aint a mobster, u a bum sipping tea by the bayou made a drees with some sheets like Eryka Badu
I dropkick bitches like that nigga I pop shit & spit it in raps,
SeanP!
No question Im ill!
SeanPrice be the best in the 'Ville, ask Flood, its all Love until the Tech in ya grill
Slapping u 5, what up par, slapped with the 9
Vehicular Homicide, u'll get smashed with the ride, I don't...if u a Benz or a HoopDawg
I will come thru & 187 ya...Ya living a lie, smoke weed living a lie high get popped die living a lie high goodbye
acrobatic with flows, grab the gat & I go back to the crib with the slid & the craftmatic with hoes
P!