Sean Price - Rising to the Top (Grand Theft Auto Theme Song) lyrics

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Sean Price - Rising to the Top (Grand Theft Auto Theme Song) lyrics

(Sean Price) Yeah, we all cool, pa, anybody can get it Winchester Remington's, any shot'll y'all hit it Yo, dress sloppy, but my rap is deffer Watch Rosewood go outside and slap a cracker Yo, various styles and, various hot sh** k**ed a n***a on a train with Barry Slovik, dude Bottom line, you ain't ready for Ruck Where your girl, duke, I'm ready to f** Do the knowledge, I'm ill Especially when the god swallowing pills Spaz out on your b**h while she double my deal All my n***as went through drama, for real Ruck dred, Agallah, body armor steel, squar from the ville Untouchable, Sean Conner's got k** Ya'll n***as chill before ya moma get k**ed, yo Untouchable, Sean Conner's got k** Ya'll n***as chill before ya moma get k**ed, yo (Chorus 2x: Agallah) And we gon' give this all that we got Blow the spot, keep rising to the top All my n***as, keep rising to the top (Agallah) Everyone welcome to the gangsta world of Agallah Where it's me and my n***as, my b**hes, my guns and my cars My dogs don't k**, they k** these rap stars I like ridin' around with a gangsta broad I'ma gangsta dog, go with the shotty, or I'm shankin' y'all Wind up in prison, no thanks to y'all Come back to the block, then I break y'all balls Get murked right on the spot, so we don't have to brawl Listen up, pa, don't f** with Agallah None of these n***as could never see the catalog I don't give a f** if it's digital or an*log I flip, to any style, pa, press record Give me a million, that's how you blessed the lord Bullsh** me? I won't even step to y'all Consider the sh**, this is what I left with y'all Look at all the hot sh**, that I kept from y'all (Chorus 2x) (Hook: Agallah, Sean Price) It's music in the air, a lots of loving everywhere Everybody, gettin' right, everybody, gettin' right It's smoke all in the air, everybody wanna share n***as is gettin' high, n***as is gettin' high (Sean Price) I love thin raps and flows, I love gettin' stacks of dough Like I love hittin' raps and hoes I've been to club, where the stash is yo Why you bumpin' me, god, actin' up in front of company, god Got some sh** up in the trunk of my car We can fight right now, you get lumped in the bar Bottom line duke; f** who you are Spit two gem stars out my mouth, give you a couple of scars (Agallah) The flame from Ruck and Agallah, and lendin' y'all spitly We come through like this from Brooklyn, my n***as hopin' sh**ly While n***as like Blick Street that be reppin' with me My n***a Ike Eyes, yo I call him Ike Hitly We don't waste no time, we take care of this quickly For real my nitly, it's about to get off the hitly For sh**ly, you know where I'm at, my n***a, hit me And God be with me, through the streets I move switfly You want war, with a n***a, pa, then come and get me (Chorus 2x) (Hook)

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