Stu Bangas - Frankenberry lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean Price] One for the money, two for the dough Three for the paper, that's all that I know Broke with a job, or crook with the cash You be hoping to God I don't put my foot in your a** Got my foot on the gas, and I'm running the red Put this pack in your a**, I just gun you dreads Never go on the block, like I used to do Why go on the block, all my n***as moved Mister boom bap rap whatever The black leather match the black Nike Venoms So nice that my wife be in em Body the great grape ape Probably break one eighth of your face off Break north Fake and soft, pa and I hate all of you Punch you in the face now you able to taste barbecue Hard to do this, I'm doing me You can do what you do, just don't do it in front of P Personally, it's nothing personal You send a verse for me, I'll send a hearse to you Clearly it's that, the realer you act I'm actually one of the rappers that really can rap [Verse 2: Buckshot] One for the money, two for the dough Three for the paper, that's all that I know You call that a show, it's more of a circus You tryna hear Buck flow, still calling 'em nervous You fall for the service, you fall on your face Judging sh** backwards, stop calling this case Now I'm all in your space, cause I'm outta this world And if I show what's on my plate, say goodbye to your girl She really a bird, cause you're giving her seeds Then leave, now she expect the same sh** from me Please, use your knees for a stand You got a "Big Mouth", now Whodini my lil' man Damn, it's a new pedestal that I sit on Son, I'mma sh** on better stools The tools that I use, two hammers One for the nail in your coffin, the next for your life after [Verse 3: Sean Price] Personally, it's nothing personal You send a verse to me, I'll send a hearse to you Clearly it's that, really you're wack I'm actually one of them rappers that really can rap I'm actually one of them clappers that actually strap I'm actually running with Africans, trafficking smack I'm actually smacking the nap off your faculty jack Exploiting the Black, n***a nap Cadillac rap Fake f**, I will f** up your face f** face fingers, f** trigger n***a the ape