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?!