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Enemy of the State
Sean Price & Lil’ Fame feat. Conway, Guilty Simpson & Fame
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You know what they did?
Like, if anyone break, if anyone of them break
They'll stand in front of another one
If anyone of them break, just break on
Fuck them up bad
Fuck them up real bad
You can get those cars
Who got these shit?
Who got these shit with 'em?
Flash Yvette in the sket pimp
Jazz Jeff and the Fresh Prince
Ring, on my finger give you fuckers a fresh dent
Gloved up, you fucked up looking for fresh prints, P!
Prince popped in Purple Rain
I, got tons of songs embalmed in my own brain
Coming from a serious mind
Curious George, ape-like, taking your shine
Enemy of the state, remember P is the ape
Dismember a nonmember entering my estate
Bloody the guns, money, crowd striker, now cypher studyin' 120
P's true and living, I'm trying to add on but the piece do division (what's up?)
Mono the big shit, 85 your mind swine thinking 'bout rib tips, P!
I slide by spraying some big shit
I'm Ready to Die, get a feeling I'm playing some B.I.G. shit
And it's a wig shot whenever the cig hit
It sound good in them songs, but you never did shit (nigga's pussy)
Eastside, May Block, you know where we from (yeah)
When niggas got outta pocket my heat rung
We ain't squashing shit, we catch the body then the beef done
A rap nigga run his mouth, then I'ma smack his teeth from 'em
I work hard, I'll snuff you, fuck 'em
I'm a hustler, soft raw fluffer
I take a R&B bitch, I raw dog fuck her
Sean Price and Demond Price, I'm P's long lost brother
Yeah, that G work, I'mma put it in fast
But if I want a nigga spilt I just put up the bag
Know what it mean when that jack boy pull up his mask
A hollow tip bullet'll blast, it's The Machine bitch
Homicide, Murder, 45 burner (yeah)
I provide my service with the tide turners (yeah)
Send 'em to the lord when the points score (yeah)
Got his family at the morgue with a Ouija board
A lot of rappers out CB4
So I hit 'em with the hammer
This verse could get me in the slammer
Gladiator something like the Spaniards
Do my work off camera
I talk damage, my words hurt
You petty hustlers serve dirt
Meanwhile, my people make it happen where the birds chirp
And bring it home like the 3rd verse
Snub, with the granulated gloves and a ski mask
Snatch a clown out his E class
For thinking life is a Dreamcast
For you, its life or death
Me, I'm working the speed bag
For every shell dropped
It's a nigga sitting in the cellblock
Or a nigga stiff up in the mug from a headshot
I show these bitches what the business is
I ain't never hide from nobody besides Jehovah's Witnesses
I'm God's Child, yeah I'm on that shit
But I still walk through hell like I own that bitch
I had you staring down that barrel, put the work in
'Cause when you entertain clowns, you become part of the circus
Fizzy! Unfuck-with-able, untouched
Never needed a co-sign, nigga I'm enough (talk to 'em!)
I ain't hearing you little rap fuckers (talk to 'em!)
Fuck rap I bare slap fuckers (come on)
Beware rap fuckers I kamikaze the booth (MO-P; bang, bang!)
I shower posse the booth
From the essence of real niggas (Brownsville)
You're now in the presence of real niggas
Fuck with us!