Beat Butcha - The Hardest n***a Out lyrics

[Sample] Let me tell you this [Sean Price] P! Ha ha Uhh, let's go [Verse 1: Sean Price] Yeah, P beat up the beat, ba*tard Reach for my heat and sleep deep in the green pasture Mean rapper, f** is you lookin' at? f** a autograph n***a, Ruck is a crooked cat Uhh, look at that. Where you get them pants from? Uhh, look at that. Where you get that dance from? Pssh! I don't dance for n***as I take trips, flip sh**, and advance on n***as This is anti-b**h boy, whack n***as fall back This is the verse that n***as could never call whack The illest n***a in Nebraska, I'm Method Man Clown n***a, yellow leather, weapon fam Uhh, and I smoke a lot too Coke on black shirts make polka dots, troop Ha ha, y'all get it later P-Body the great, but it get greater f** wit' me! [Verse 2: Sean Price] Yo, listen Uhh, slap when the sket blow Bum-a** n***a, no snaps on the petrol I'm a Mastercard, pa, you just a Metro Straight train fare, I'm not believin your chain-wear Coke blow, nose glow, n***a no reindeer On my grind, sometimes I be rockin' (I be rockin') Step to your home, big sket, weapon is chrome No slot, "6 Minutes" Doug E. Fresh on the phone Listen, gat be quick, gat be nimble You strapped but you whack cause you sat wit'cha back to the window I'm Chow Yun-fat rap, gat to your temple (Bong!) Stay in your lane, lame, plain and simple (yes) I dedicate this to the 85'ers Wholeheartedly ham stage divin' Mercedes drivers Whoo! I will pop you, black The big head scientist writin', this that Yakub rap See you in hell! P!