Buckshot - Smack Muzik lyrics

[Sean Price] Listen, rap to the beat, ya'll n***as can't rap to the beat Clap at ya fleet, leave ya n***as flat in the streets Smashing your peeps, whole f**ing faculty meet Ahead of my time, rhymes'll come back in a week Smack Muzik, that gat in ya lap music That North Cak**ac, with crack in the 'lac music Act stupid like n***as in special ed Your a**'ll get left for dead when I sketch yo head Bent some bread, better than any n***a you know Sean Price get nice like Henny, Remy and 'Dro If inni, minni and moe, try to f** up my flow then I whip my gun, the semi ready to blow Smash ya face, skinny pimp, smash ya tape It's hard out there for a pimp, ask Pastor Mase Listen, I rap wild but the cash is great You? You rap mild but ya cash is late Ya'll n***as wack like black in alley My n***as trapped, see the mack I carry? Hah, listen, when I k** 'em, I k** 'em in cold blood I ain't playing with none of these n***as, let it go, Flood [Hook: Flood] Uh, ya'll n***as don't want no drama In ya house, talking to ya mama, quit Put n***as on Slim Fast, that's a lead type You want it with him? Huh, go ahead try it Ya'll n***as ain't built like that Ya'll n***as ain't been like that, where you been at, black? P, eat them n***as, feel that track Let 'em know, where Brooklyn at? What the f**, we right here, n***a [Rock] Listen, this Smack Muzik, you s**a a** n***as get smacked to it For no particular reason, just cuz you rap stupid Or maybe just cuz it's heated, n***as react to it End of Pulp Fiction, you lucky you ain't get clapped too Welcome to my animal house, or should I say the cannibal house We moved out the animals out, damn it, we foul Cannons about, as big as your mother, we hit you, you done I don't mean like dunn-dunn, dumb a**, your for 'em Son, these ain't real n***as, I smell bird They a bunch of b**hes that like b**hes, they L Word Impersonators, I heard a hater, they a tell word Wanna send me to jail, I'mma send them to hell, first Terrorize you like my name Osama I'm not, I'm hardcore President Big Rock Obama That's me, you third grade math, you are not no problem Divide or subtract you n***as when the shots got blocka I'm such a monster, appear and destroy and I'm up in God, chumps Rest a**ure your boy is f**ing bonkers Just ball, like MJG, you don't want no drama Monster, never seen one? I can show ya No deep cars, but I'm a Rock N Rolla Let's roll, I drive you crazy, I'm not chaffeur You cannot hang, you not my posters, hit 'em Flood [Hook]