Beat Butcha - Let Me Tell You lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean Price] Uh, uh You see P you know that the Four's Kept By my side you scared to leave from your doorstep Embrace ya Satan my n***as endorse that Heat your face fixed up scalpel and forceps Sean Rambo, look at my war chest Hamburger hill bullets peelin off raw flesh G.I. Joe a** n***as, can't see my flow a** n***as Listen, I got a bullet(bullet) for every bump on your face kid I keyloid ya neck without doin' a state bid Concrete jungle that's where the ape live Young n***as is wack, the reason I hate kids Young girls is s*uts, they older they stay slits Fat out of shape in the shelter with 8 kids f**ing welfare check b**hes, hell yeah i deck b**hes Chris Brown [Hook] Hey Hey [Verse 2: Sean Price] n***as, think I'm washed up No video, no radio So you thinking that my squad s** That's outrageous, pa**port stamped out I needed extra pages Rappers wanna battle smack blood out your face, rappers wanna tattle Hard denim Levi's Rugby is Polo My youngstas hard body, I dress like bozo Almost ashamed to say that I rap Not because of the age, it's just the game is so wack Grown man spittin' some wild sh** Y'all smoke home grown, home alone on some child sh** Young n***as ain't understanding the god Well grow up a little and undestand in God Newborns learn ya lesson Before ya face to face with the black Smif-n-Wessun, P! [Hook]