[Sean Price:]
Yeah, the feeling is mutual
You hate me, I hate you, this the part where I shoot at you
(Alright in this scene, the rapper resists you
Here's the gun, annnnnnnnnnnnnd ACTION!)
Aiyyo, idle threats from you rappers don't move me
I know tough and y'all n***** straight out the movies
(And CUT~! That was a good one, that was a good one
Let's get ready for the next shot)
Shorty, you treat it with class, I treat it like dirt
I put my, d*** in the a** and my hand in the purse, P!
... oh I can f*** you in yo' a**, f*** around and catch somethin
... but I can't get no m*********** call
Aiyyo, it's nothin to throw the gat to you guys, I wouldn't do it cause
Rattin at an all-time high, you probably do it
... y'all n***** talk too much man, sign a statement
... affadavit-a** n***** man, feh
Y'all m************ weak and you frail, I'm no fool
I went to war with the Ricans in jail, I'm old school
... peace to Ike, Oz, Agallah
... my man PF Cuttin, all my spanish n*****, whattup?
Matter fact, I took your sneakers in jail
Cut your cheek, blood skeet, next week I make bail, P!
... word up, hehehe, fresh new Airs
... the white and burgundy ones
Yo chillin in the city is hard
n***** bugged out, livin like the city of Gods
... UNDERSTAND
Yeah, the feeling is mutual
You hate me, I hate you, this the part where I shoot at you
(Alright in this scene, the rapper resists you
Here's the gun, annnnnnnnnnnnnd ACTION!)
Aiyyo, idle threats from you rappers don't move me
I know tough and y'all n***** straight out the movies
(And CUT~! That was a good one, that was a good one
Let's get ready for the next shot)
Shorty, you treat it with class, I treat it like dirt
I put my, d*** in the a** and my hand in the purse, P!
... oh I can f*** you in yo' a**, f*** around and catch somethin
... but I can't get no m*********** call
Aiyyo, it's nothin to throw the gat to you guys, I wouldn't do it cause
Rattin at an all-time high, you probably do it
... y'all n***** talk too much man, sign a statement
... affadavit-a** n***** man, feh
Y'all m************ weak and you frail, I'm no fool
I went to war with the Ricans in jail, I'm old school
... peace to Ike, Oz, Agallah
... my man PF Cuttin, all my spanish n*****, whattup?
Matter fact, I took your sneakers in jail
Cut your cheek, blood skeet, next week I make bail, P!
... word up, hehehe, fresh new Airs
... the white and burgundy ones
Yo chillin in the city is hard
n***** bugged out, livin like the city of Gods
... UNDERSTAND