[Verse One] [Sean Price]:
First of all you b**h n***as actin' all f**in' silly
Seein', ain't recognizin' how real this rap sh** can really be
Fortified, Colt 45 like I'm Billy Dee
Pop you, you, and you for a k**er's street trilogy
Sean Price nice with rhymes y'all not feelin' me
Till I slap n***as, now you feelin' me literally
Ayo, it'll be a cold day in Hell
Before you see Ruck, rather see O.J. in a cell
Type that'll run up on your block party
Jump off a dirt bike
Spit physical flames to the crowd, straight hurt mics
Ate the f** out with this b**h cause her skirt tight
She ain't givin' up the f**in' p**y, "When you turn dyke?"
Damn, snatched your chain cause I figure it's worth like
2, 3 hundred, gas money, hit the turnpike
Next thing I know helicopters and the searchlight
Damn gotta go, helicopters and the searchlight
[Verse Two] [Agallah]:
Ayo, I beat n***as till they bruise and they bleed with broken arms
Burn n***as
Till I hear the f**in' sound of smoke alarms
Go to your crib ? the delivery and choke ya moms
I called 9-1-1 before I wrote this song
k**in' n***as, yo I'm doin' somethin' right outta wrong
.45 caliber n***a, yo I tote the long
None of y'all never see me and never do me nada
Jumpin' outta Impalas like n***as wildin' in Guatemala
With gats that holla
Iced out from the wrist the collar
Just image if I sold one of my discs for a dollar
The left hand on my dick, gun on my right
Son in the life, bullets across the street to his fleet
Put up a good fight
Shootouts for about an hour and a half
Alleyway before the L.I.Q. was the only escape path
Shoot through the air, Sha B and son count half
Beat the sh** out ya a**
Take your j**els and your stash
We go home to the hood and try to spazz
Got you talkin' all that jazz
And your souls livin' in Alcatraz
I'll out ya a**
Kick bones out ya a**
And they won't know jack sh** about ya a**
My flow will lie six feet deep in the gra**