[Sean Price]
It go stop with the bullshit
Playing game niggaz, hopskotch when the tool click
Don`t make me pop ya
Ya black eye and blue, bitch, Frank Sinatra
You see SP, you`ll be thinking rasta
Think it`s peace & love, but I think to drop ya
Think gangsta rappers, got ya thinking mobster
It`s a fact, you`re and act, or, think you Oscar`s, no
That`s when I slap this jerk
Tell your Jesus piece, send him back to Catholic church
Niggaz actin` like my motherfuckin` gat don`t work
Til you hit and then collapse in the dirt, I`m screamin` that you hurt
Motherfuckin` right, that shit hurt
Niggaz play tackle football with a plastic Nerf
Bitches with dreadlocks and drinks in the back
Suck dick, plus we make biscuits from scratch
[Rustee Juxx]
Niggaz dial 9-11
I told the Smif Wess, one nine, one-one
Forty five`s and P2 29`s
Storyline, it begins once upon a crime
Rustee Juxx in the gutter like stash crack
Any block, any bitch, I`ma smash that
Aiyo, fuck force 1`s, rip stone in they goretex
Blaze up, fools you walk me through a vortex
Size 3, Brooklyn playalistic
Mossberg, music, duke don`t get it twisted
[Sean Price]
Aiyo I shine (you shine)
In this day of time (we pop off ya head with the nine)
Nah (we not soft, go head with the lies
Duke you a knockoff, ya plans and designs is
Off the table, I`m dead broke, nigga, they cuttin` off my cable
[Rustee Juxx]
The criminal of the year, yea I`m back to rob
So take ya shine off when you see me on the job
Do to the mac, I`m strapped, ready to clap
React, stop runnin` ya yap, and runnin` ya stack
Sure carryin` top and blue gems
Flash you in ya Benz, for stoppin` gold rims
Pumpin` on the block, through rocks that glow stim
And I`m rollin` on 10, the size of my Timbs
[Sean Price]
Let me get a turkey sandwich and a bottle of juice please
A dollar change left, fuck it, give me two loosies
We ain`t got no track
Three songs, one session, it`s a kind ol` rap
[Rustee Juxx]
Still rip a nigga ass, raw rap on the red
Catch me in the weed spot, triggin` on the dred
See me in the flesh, real liftin` ya chain
Only feel is the flame, fifth in ya frame
In the cut wit ya bitch, feelin` up on her butt and her tits
You wanna fuck but she can start suckin` his dick
I got a click that move more crowds than Eric B.
With a shotgun, air ho tech, and desert eag`s
