60 bar dash

sean price

on your mark. get set. jump back

kiss myself

sean price used to pump crack

get that wealth

number one ranking taken

i'mma get that belt

not a card dealer but deal with the cards that dealt

yo

i do this for my so fly

so high niggas

african-butt-scratching-bowtie niggas

ben vereen/chicken george

fiddler on the roof niggas

yo

i'm nice but i shoot niggas

ehh yo

superfly snuka jumping from the turnbuckle

smoking on some shit you never smoked on before

fuck you

yo

asked a bitch for some brains she said never

last time i licked your balls caught high blood pressure

evel knievel hot wheels jumping like duke boys

posdnous

mase and trugoy

plug one in your neck and plug two in your chest

turn around and plug three in your rest

yo. pop clip and then dump; hop

skip and then jump

backseat of the car

hot chicks in the front

fuck y'all rappers

all y'all gay

tryna sell rap and crack - john forte

time! fifty three point seven seconds

aight

it was aight! but

yo

let's try it again! ready?! go!

my mama ain't raise no fool because my mama ain't raise me

fool

sean price the name

your beats hot but your writing is lame

release shots on the side of your frame

the trees copped now i'm high as a plane

with these cops need a nine in the range

your seeds watch while you're high and insane

yo

bust a u-ey

roll the window down

clutch a toolie

kill a cop

get away just like a movie

yo. more or less

nigga

less is more

half a shirt

half a skirt is how i dress them whores

the education of sean price

turn to page twenty

learn how grandma jean used to make money

mighty joe young

used to gorilla pimp hoes for bread

can't work her next day

bust her nose and head

canadian steroids

ben johnson cheating to win

like a fair fight with heat to your chin

yo

the fab 5 single came out i got dough

then the fab 5 shit got played out i'm like

yo

lend me a dollar. duke

what you want me to do

you broke then i'm broke

nigga

i work for you

time! one point fifty three seconds! damn!?!

you outta breath!

you sound like you ran a ranacanin' on a

yo

i got one hand back in the street

i got the other hand back in the booth

i'm in the crib with the vcr on watching 'amistad'

thinking bout a motherfucking cracker to shoot

pootie tang niggas always got a lot to say

ain't talking 'bout shit though

sa-da-tay

classical soul

i got the nastiest flow

sean price

big gun by the grassiest knoll

can't see me coming like i was fucking a blind bitch

grabbin the radio and then commence to gowanus

leave it alone

or you can bleed from the dome

when i start squeezing the chrome at your vs and your home

but fuck it

y'all wanna die right now

hit across the face with the nine like blaow

license to kill; fall back vicodin pills

get clapped

come back like christ in the field

got one foot up in some tims

got the other foot up in your ass

you see i'm trying to get ahead

loc

but a nigga dead broke

now i'm thinking

yo

where the fuck is the cash?!