[Verse 1: Sean Price] A-yo stop with the bullsh** Playing game n***as, hopskotch when the tool click Don't make me pop ya Ya black eye, blue, b**h, Frank Sinatra You see SP, you'll be thinking rasta Think it's peace & love, but I think to drop ya Fake gangsta rappers, got ya thinking mobster It's a fact, you're and act, or, think you Oscar's, yo Slap this jerk Take his Jesus piece, send him back to Catholic church n***as actin' like my motherf**in' gat don't work Til you hit and then collapse in the dirt, I'm screamin', "that sh** hurt" Motherf**in' right, that sh** hurt n***as play tackle football with a plastic Nerf b**hes with dreadlocks and drapes on they back s** dick, plus we make biscuits from scratch [Break] Call the ambulance n***a PF Cuttin' Here we go Nah mean, all my black people listen [Verse 2: Sean Price] Benjamin Banneker, Afrika Bambaataa Boom bap bip in your medulla oblongata You think you nice, but I know somebody hotter With a crackhead mother and a piece of sh** father (Sean P!) n***as tryna free Mumia I'm unravelling roach clips, tryna free this reefer Got a Boot Camp hat on, Wu-Wear shirt Funkmaster Flex Lugz looking like a f**ing jerk No money, clothes bummy, nose runny Bent Metrocard, 44 blow dummies Hop on the train in front of the cops Popping their brain, confronting the cops I'm just stating the facts, no hating you wack Throw the 8 to your back then escape with your trap, listen My n***as is back, you don't believe me though Keep playing games and get caught, Coco Levy, yo Hot peas and bu*ter, cop trees on Sutter Caught your cypher drinking with you knock kneeded mother, pause One of the best you one of the worst Gun on your chest blood on your shirt Son is berserk, n***a [Verse 3: Sean Price] Pardon me Holmes It was a unsolved mystery, Barnaby Jones Yo the time on the clock was a quarter to three Had two four-fives like a quarter to three n***as said the b**h doofy but she shorter than me Heltah Skeltah [Outro] Ayo let me start my saying I'm Sean Price motherf**er I ain't playing