Sean Price - The Huckabuck lyrics

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Sean Price - The Huckabuck lyrics

[The Spirit of Truth - Reverend X] "This is not a competition it's a cooperation. Stupid a** house n***a I can't see you though b**h, you see me The devil is a motherf**in liar Cause you know I ain't worried, beeotch You don't like it? Kiss my a** you don't like it. It's my house" [Sean Price] Ayo, listen, ayo Gather 'round motherf**ers and stop the bullsh**tin' 'Fore I go gun-ho, fo'-fo'n and fo'-fifthin Don't make a difference to Sean grippin the cronz Guns up, thumbs up, motherf**er the Fonz Sean's, throw the 3 like Abdul Jabbar You too old to be rappin, how true you are Throw your punk a** in front of a moving car Sticks and stones break bones, words don't hurt me pa Listen! Jack and Jill went, up The Hill They got, to' back by Fizzy Womack and Bill Amazing grace, eat the food off your plate Wash it down with some milk b**h, you know how I'm built Sean Price is the negro, Lou Ferrigno Incredible flow, b**h I'm lettin you know I'm the Boot Camp general, the veteran spoke Remember the Alamo flow, goin for broke P! [The Spirit of Truth - Reverend X] "I come in the name of Jesus by the power of the Holy Spirit Don't matter how you got with me If you, if you down, doin what I'm talkin 'bout doin Lord needs to get this book open Turn your diseased waters, and give to the poor You're fatherless as a widow, get up outta the penitentiary And you down with that? You ain't down with that? Then shut yo' God damn a** up!" [Sean Price] It go, as I combine all the shells from my 9 Run up, gun up, gat is crackin your spine Powerful impact, BOOM from the cannon A new sheriff in town, clown I'm Reggie Hammond I'm tryin to Get Rich or Die Tryin You die tryin to get rich that's where the 9 lined him 'Burbs say with my wordplay I'm out of my mind I'm at the herb gate and these n***as ain't, sellin no dimes Get, deep in your face Illuminati your grill Body somebody, and jump in my Ducati and peel I'm not like these other rappers Flashin the pants dance steps, f** a rapper Ruck is after the gold, and after that the platinum Beef after that, Hurricane Starang pack the gat son P!! Motherf**er, son of a b**h

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