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Sean Price
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I don't got no message
Ain't nothin' deep about my album, man
It's just good rhymes and good music, man
I'm not teachin' nobody, I ain't tellin' people to stay off of drugs
I'm not tellin' kids to go to school, even though they should
I'm just not the one... sayin' it, you know what I mean?
You just talkin' about your life
I just talk about bullshit
I talk about whatever pop up in my brain, that's all right
And nine times out of ten, I think rhymin'
A wise man can play a fool, but a fool
Can't play a wise man, always remember that
And see that's what I'm doin', I'm the wise man
Playin' a fool, but the rest of y'all really fools
And it shows in the music
What?
BP
That's what, nigga
I'm Sean Price, y'all
And you're not, haha
Ayo, Dexter Manley, bulls gets wet, your family
Overstand the underhanded ways of my campy
Sean Price the general, so generally speakin'
I put ten in your body, your friends be leakin'
Never chill on the weekend, the sun don't chill
Gat'll spray on a Saturday 'cause I'm from the 'ville
Got no time for petty lines, rappin' your stupid shit
You can get a fist in your face for fuckin' with the pugilist
Sean ain't new to this, rappin' a while now
Had the drug dealer sell crack with a smile now
Karate chop crills, Johnny Knoxville
Get high from my own supply, that's not real
Your arms too short to box with the god
Your weed wack, don't smoke pot with the god, listen
Sean Price is the prophet of prophets
The best nation is donation, Elijah Muhammad, P
Trick, harm me, the Swiss army knife in my hand
Think my clique corny, well, we will end the life of your fam
People know Sean nice with the hands
Watch me punch up your face, dig in your
Pocket, leave you right where you stand
Got a dime chick that live in Japan
Black belt, turn tricks, chop bricks with her hand
Arigato, Sean Price slick like el gato
Three-piece suit in the booth, ain't shit cute
Might smack off half your smile, go to court with a suit
Smack the other half after trial
Plead the fifth, y'all snitches better plead the eighth
Don't leave your face touched up
Now your knees is scraped, I'm buckin'
B-ville, clutch tools and bust
Got you thinkin' Sean P in the mood to bust
Sean P, numero uno, all-time great
New York to NC, dude, the all-rhyme state, one
From coast to coast, he traveled the land
Left footprints in grains of sand
It's Sean P
Showed you the force, the magnum deliver
In his presence, phony rappers'll shiver
It's Sean P
At six one weighin' an even two hundred
Lord help you if he double stacked up and blunted
It's Sean P
Underrated, best in the game
Allow me to tell these onionheads, what's your name?
Ayo, other rappers ain't as nice as me
And if you is, you would've been Sean
That's messed up for you, you shoulda been on
Grabbin' the gin, drunk rappers need to grab up a pen
Write some ill scripts, duke, and let the madness begin
Rhyming for dough, no money, pa, rhyming for dough
No partners, just P, highlightin' the show
Critics said I lost my image when I cut off my dreads
But I'm the nicest rapper out, duke, F what you said
Let it be known, gold ring embedded with stone
When I punch you in the head, you'll hear the dent of your dome
People running up asking 'bout rock
I'll send your soul to heaven, motherfucker, ask God about Pac
Ask about Big (Rest in peace), ask about Pun
Gangster rappers can't fight, so they rap about guns, one
On your mark, get set, woo!
Jump back, kiss myself
Sean Price, Mr. Pump-Act-Get-That-Wealth
Number one rankin', thinkin' I'ma get that belt
Not a car dealer, but deal with the cards that's dealt
Yo, I do this for my so-fly, so high cats
African butt scratchin', bow-tie cats
Beverly chicken, George Fidler on the roof cats
Know I'm nice, but I shoot cats
Ayo, super-fly Snuka jumpin' from the turnbuckle
Smokin' on some shit you never smoked on before, fuck you
Yo, asked a chick for some brain, she said never
Last time she hit me off, called high blood pressure
Evel Knievel, Hot Wheels, jumpin' like Duke boys
Posdnuos, Mase, and Trugoy
Plug one in your neck and plug two in your chest
Turn around and plug three in your rest
Yo, pop clip and you're done, hop, skip, and you jump
Back seat of the car, hot chicks in the front
Fuck y'all rappers, all y'all gay
Tryna sell rap and crack, John Forte
My mama ain't raise no fool because my mama ain't raise me, fool
Sean Price the name
Your beats hot, but your writing is lame
Release shots on the side of your frame
The trees cop, nah, I'm high as a plane
But these cops see the nine in the Range
Your seats watch while you're high and insane, yo
Bust a U-ie, roll the window down, clutch a toolie
Kill a cop, get away just like a movie, yo
More or less, nigga, less is more
Half a shirt, half a skirt is how I dress them whores
The education of Sean Price, turn to page twenty
Learn how Grandma Jean used to make money
Mighty Joe Young used to gorilla pimp hoes for bread
Can't work the next day, bust a nose and head
Canadian steroids, Ben Johnson, cheatin' to win
Like a fair fight with heat to your chin
Yo, the Fab 5 single came out, I got dough
'Til the Fab 5 shit got played out, I'm like, "Yo"
Lend me a dollar, duke, what you want me to do?
You broke, then I'm broke, nigga, I'll work for you
I got one hand back in the street
I got the other hand back in the booth
Word?
I'm in the crib with the VCR on, watchin' Amistad
Thinkin' 'bout a motherfucker cracker to shoot
Pootie Tang niggas always got a lot to say
Ain't talkin' 'bout this shit, though, sadate
Classical soul, I got the nastiest flow
Sean Price, big gun by the grassiest knoll
Can't see me comin', like I was fuckin' a blonde bitch
Grabbin' the radio and then commence to rewind this
Leave it alone or you could bleed from the dome
When I start squeezin' the chrome at your V's in your home
But fuck it, y'all wanna die right now
Hit across the face with the nine like blaow
Laxative kill, fall back, Vicodin pills
Get clapped, come back like Christ in the 'ville
Got one foot up in some Timbs, got the other foot up in your ass
It's up in your ass
You see, I'm tryna get ahead, loc, but a nigga dead broke
Now I'm thinkin', "Yo, where the fuck is the cash?"
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