Sean Price - F**K Ya Mother lyrics

I will rock it not, b**h Remain emotionless, on some Doctor Spock sh** Robot n***a, Inspector Gadget with ratchet Go-go four-four blood in your back b**h Listen, I will bash your brain With a walking stick, b**h felt the wrath of Kane Bullets make you dance, scoop, and scrap lover f** firin' on fam, we could scrap s**a This n***a said he know fifty too Shot up in the elbow, let's see what that sh** can do You whack! Be hatin' Date rape satan, initiate freebasin n***as hate the oaf Go cover bloods from the f**in' sacred goat What the f** that mean? Sean Price the nicest n***a that's on Buckshot Team [Chorus x2] You f** with me I'll have her tied up in the crib Like f** your mother, she's a stupid little b**h I banged her about ten times a night, b**h She ain't nothin' but a little fight Kiss the motherf**in' ring, we on some mob sh** sh** on that pity party, f** that sob sh** Disrespect you, open neck you, hog spit Have my man Blizz violate your carca** Frank Matthews, catch me if you can Treat a hatin' a** n***a like Spam, ignored him You ain't cop that piece from the district, you copped that from ? You don't come straight for the re-up, n***a, always be shorten Always talkin' that bread sh** But when them n***as come out with them big toys You be on that givin' head sh** k** yourself, your whole life is whack Thirty-five and still sellin' crack? Grow up n***a The other day homie copped a benz Call yourself a kingpin and you're still coppin' twenty grams f** outta here n***a, scram, you a peon You should get peed on R Kelly style, little n***as trilly wild [Chorus] Good job you f**in' pricks ? and f** your mother Push God, b**h