Sean Price - Admiral Greets General lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean Price] Rags to riches and riches to rags n***a The bag with the sh** got sh** on the bag n***a Bag on my hip, pop spit up your mask n***a Mad little b**h drop the fist to your a** n***a My gift of gab is a gift from the Gods The God given talent I'm spitting is different from y'alls Sean, n***a spell my name right You f**ed up the package, you ain't selling the cane right I'm game tight, big gun that I aim right At any lame type that be thinking about a gang type Hug and a smile, ain't real so I feel like a motherless child You dudes in trouble Big guns with bullets that's the size of the super bubble n***a that don't work Hit me with your best, I guess that don't hurt P! [Verse 2: Jakk Frost] What the f** is you thinking? You used to busting your gun, then why the f** is you blinking? If I don't bash your skulls with bottles of Dom P I'm in [?] b**hes with Tek and Sean P Oh who me? I'm that n***a Jakk Frost Bust the mac off and make the D-T's back off My firing pin wind blow the whole double stack off Me f** your b**h? n***a I'd rather jack off Stuck on my Sinatra sh**, b**h I do it "My Way" Four and a half ounces back to [?] on the highway You better than me n***a, please that's what they all say In the projects, fifth floor, my feigns in the hallway They calling me bruh man Loyal like the [?] man Don't make me fu-f** around and let the uzi stutter man Beard Gang general, Beard Gang admiral Tom Brady with bullets, who wanna catch this lateral? I air n***as, delete and clear n***as Try to stand up, tie you to a wheelchair n***a I went a little over so I'mma stop here n***a This is Beard Gang Click, long facial hair n***as