yeah!
outlandish
i brandish the weapon of mass
destruction
i cut 'em
i'm bustin' yo' ass
sucka-ass cats be sufferin' succotash
sylvester
still wreck you
fuck's this trash?
i'm sean price and the price is millions
gang-raid mother
the soul of a thousand children
half god body
other half rob zombie
lift chrome
gets dissed on like i'm john gotti
investin' in chrome
sylvester stallone
first blood
the first slug rest in ya dome
uh
the man stunt with the god step
i'm old school like manhuntin' the projects
believe it
dude
undisputable bars
you far from believable
i epitomize fuzzy
then dignify sky-rise that signified bugsy
'dro indo
a nine milly
my truly fly
lay a nigga out like cochise in cooley high
headshots
death shots
red tops
mediterranean cuisine at the best spots
a la carte or whole menu for wifey
baby backs with good head and some nikes
don't take me lightly
half these suckas
they wanna fight me
what's they reason? they girl want a piping
popped the e and drunk the forty 'til they said i was hyphy
this ain't no live feed
this is my life
g
a crazy puerto rican
split your head to the white meat
get a nigga hit up in the bing when the kite leave
it's coronelli capone
i'm the reason e.t. phone home
'cause he pussy
pop-off on the rookies
the empire get fired upon
and quickly
i don't hit weed
the weed hits me
i'm just g
don't ask if i rap
i emcee
i rhyme dangerous
trigger finger hand gestures
won't spell it out
i'm illiterate to all sign language
i'm anguish
workin' ya nerves
purgin' the verbs
never been a nerd with the words
no i don't splurge on a bird
she gets nada
burnin' herb on the block
no?
but still i feel a power surge
find me where the dollars merge
beat your shot clock 'fore you chop a bird
choose your sport from where the users snort
and violate rules in court
like a black john gotti style
blowin' trial in a pair of crocodiles
and yeah
we still the hottest out
where the fake shit is not allowed
i'ma giant
you's a hobbit
wack like a mob hit
gun bust ya shit
leave your whole knot gushin'
like a russian with slick-back hair named vitali
son
you ain't a g
you more like
gee