Sean Price - The Hardest Ni**a Out lyrics

P! Ha ha ha Uh yeah, P beat up the beat ba*tard Beats from my heat and sleep deep in your green pasture Mean rapper f** is you lookin at f** a autograph n***a, Ruck is a crooked cat Uhh, look at that who you think them pants from? Uhh, look at that who you get that dance from? Psh, I don't dance for n***az I take trips for the sh** and advance on n***az This is anti-b**h boy, whack n***az fall back This is the verse that n***az could never call whack The illest n***a in Nebraska, I'm Method Man Clown n***a, yellow leather, weapon fam And I smoke a lot too Come from black church with polka dots troop Ha ha y'all get it later P Body the great but it get greater f** with me! Yo, listen Uh, slap when the sket blow Bum-a** n***a, no snaps on the petrol I'm a Mastercard pa you just a Metro Straight train fare, I'm not believin your chain here Coke blow, nose blow n***a to reindeer On my grind, sometimes I be rockin I be rockin Steady your home, big sket weapon is chrome No slot, +6 Minutes+ Doug E. Fresh on the phone Listen, d**h be quick, gat be nimble You strapped but you whack as you sat wit'cha back to the window I'm child gun fat rap gat to your temple Stay in your lane lame plain and simple (yes) I dedicate this to the eighty-fivers Wholeheartedly hand stage divin Mercedes drives Who, I will pop you black The big hand you science you writin is that Yacub rap See you in hell!