Tekster: Sean Price. Let Me Tell You.

You see P you know that the Four's Kept, by my side you scared to leave from your doorstep, embrace ya Satan my niggas endorse that, heat your face fixed up scalpel and forceps, Sean Rambo look at my war chest, hamburger hill bullets peelin off raw flesh, G.I. Joe ass niggas, can't see my flow ass niggas, listen I got a bullet(bullet) for every bump on your face kid, I keyliod ya neck without doin a state bid, Concrete jungle thats where the ape live, young niggas is wack, the reason I hate kids, young girls is sluts they older than stank is, fat out of shape in the shelter wit 8 kids, fuckin welfare check bitches hell yeah I deck bitches, Chris Brown

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Niggas think I'm washed up no video, no radio so you thinkin that my squad suck, thats outrageous passport stamped out I needed extra pages, rappers wanna battle smack blood out your face rappers wanna tattle, hard denim Levi's Rugby is Polo, my youngstas hard body, I dress like bozo, almost ashamed to say that I rap not because of the age its just the game is so wack, grown man spttin some wild shit, y'all smoke home grown home alone on some child shit, young niggas aint understandin the god well grow up a little and understand in God, newborns learn ya lesson before ya face to face with the black Smif N Wess P!


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