Buckshot - Cardiac lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean Price] The first verse is the worst Like why the f** they call you Jesus Price, n***a? And you curse in church Napoleon complex, n***as earth your Lurch f** a hood, n***a, earth my turf Nah I mean, gave a pound of vile pork, beat Malachi off Had to slap him in the face, with a Ballantine cloth Silverback Sean's happy on songs, I ain't dissing Just you muthaf**as listening wrong, listen co*k diesel n***as smoking on crack, Tony Atlas Flash four-four, with them Thelonious ba*tards I mastered the style of mastering styles I fight a fair one then blast a round with the pound Sean is the best, ya'll n***as is the opposite, pa Shut the f** up, put a sock in it, pa, be quiet I put a hole in ya hat, Jesus Price soul controller of rap, amen [Hook: Flood] This that hard body sh**, pump shotty sh** n***as shooting the party up over a b**h, sh** This that ignorant sh**, n***as pull a trigger, quick This what ignorance is, yea fire and all this If you dealing with bricks, then we gon' take it And if you dealing with chips, then we gon' take it But if you dealing with tips, my head shake it Cuz my n***as is in this sh**, and that's crazy [Verse 2: Buckshot] It's the five foot gorilla with the mind of a k**a k**ing every n***a in sight, murdered by ya mirror Ill reflections of a protecting ya face b**hes tucking in they necklace when I step in the place n***as acting like they hard, but they soft as Jell-O You can tell them n***as p**y, when they walk by, hello I know, I was scoping you, was hoping I fall Like a pair on design shorts, no, not at all I'm not the one, but I got that two And if you need me to add on more, I bring it through Cuz I got a trunk for n***as who say they ain't scared Go for your gun, I let my mack ten braid ya hair With a little style, I call presto change-o When the bullets in the chamber, I press it to change, yo Right back atcha, with the knife and bat atcha Better ask you could I smack you, if I didn't, I was glad to [Hook: Flood] This that hard body sh**, pump shotty sh** n***as shooting the party up over a b**h, sh** This that ignorant sh**, n***as pull a trigger, quick This what ignorance is, yea fire and all this If you dealing with bricks, then we gon' take it And if you dealing with chips, then we gon' take it But if you dealing with tips, my head shake it Cuz my n***as is in this sh**, and that's crazy [Verse 3: Ruste Juxx] Yeah, run a good tree from the yard, then Juxx make you lick shots pon de squad, then I rock rock wit that bang bang boogie Stomp through hot blocks with that thang thang wit me It's all gravy and mashed potatoes, I smash haters Bust bullets, blast tazers, slash razors Say my rap sheet is longer than my wrap sheet Young n***as ask me, rhyming to a rap beat Crack in the days of the eighties Produced alotta inner city hood crack babies Bird n***as moving like a chicken with his throat slit But I bet I lean 'em when I hit 'em wit this dope sh** Never slip, slack off and blowing your back off n***as is wack soft, we throwing your track off Never got a pack off, f** the jack off I'mma let the latch off and pop ya cap off [Hook: Flood] This that hard body sh**, pump shotty sh** n***as shooting the party up over a b**h, sh** This that ignorant sh**, n***as pull a trigger, quick This what ignorance is, yea fire and all this If you dealing with bricks, then we gon' take it And if you dealing with chips, then we gon' take it But if you dealing with tips, my head shake it Cuz my n***as is in this sh**, and that's crazy