[Sean Price] Big word halitosis, multiple scoliosis Doctor k**, giving the rap dosage Postage stamped, signed, sealed, delivered Distributed through out the hood, muthaf**a, what's good? Exciting, unorthodox, biting, ought to stop fighting f** it, now I'm forced to box You got 22 tattoos, you 2Pac You tattoo much, touch like 2Pac, dude, that s**s Smack saliva, out the side of ya face, I ain't trying to be rude But dude, you fruit, so I gotta make grace, choir -- (Jesus Price has all the time) Yeah, all praises due to the rhyme, ya'll n***as is foul f** it, Sean'll shoot two from the line Two for the nine, I leave lead in ya jaw and ya rock These n***as ain't ready for war, let 'em know [Rock] I told 'em, these rookies ain't ready for retardation In it's realest form in rap, this street car racing Rebellious, rederic, heat start blazing After that, I seen Caucasians, in the streets all taping sh** up They could be trying to piece ya faces back together You keep on playing, you hear? [Sean Price] Yeah, The Loudmouf Choir, luger lifting your name The word-a-matician, magician, David Blaine on your chain [Hook 2x: Loudmouf Choir] Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head You wearing suits and a towel on your head And eating soup with the noodles and eggs [Rock] Ok, new word, respeckanize my gangstaforcation and g-dentials You scared to fire, banging your face through ya Jeep window Get ya window shot up, in a residential area And left, f** a ocean and sea-ment you This time it's the principality, punk You a point to prove, put the pistol back, you'se a punk Push your sh** all the way off, a producer para-loser Yeah, p**y, that's you, chump All that yackety yackety, your teeth, where the animals be You get your a** beat, baddily, gradilly, P, Alkatraz And the Beast Master, take a stab at me See all kind of red dots on ya face like bad acne Nappy piece to be praying for ya n***as While I'm getting my vulture on, preying on ya'll b**hes, choir (Ruck, Rock, Ruck N Roll, get you both on this collar hydro) Yeah that's how I got my Bronx b**h, she breakdance and bomb trains The fifty pop blocker, while giving me bar bread Asking you car banger, and she go all way She gone, go where I say, she know where ya'll stay, s**as [Sean Price] Yeah, ya'll n***as 'ready to die', blast the sket And then you realize, ain't no f**ing 'life after d**h' Smash your chest with a f**ing medicine ball You think you nice, but I'm better than ya'll Listen, Tommy Tee on the beat, Loudmouf is the Choir Heltah Skeltah on they job, and you f**as is fired [Rock] The fire supplier, forget your squad n***a, I'm dope like the tits on Oz, get your nod off [Hook 2x]