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[Sean
The first verse is the
Like why the they call you Jesus Price, nigga?
And you curse in
complex, niggas earth your Lurch
Fuck a hook, nigga, earth my
Nah I mean, gave a pound of pork, beat Malachai off
Had to slap him in the face, with a cloth
Silverback Sean's happy on songs, I dissing
Just you muthafuckas wrong, listen
Cock diesel niggas smoking on crack, Atlas
Flash forward flowing, ? you baskets?
I mastered the and mastered the styles
I fight the fair one then blast a wit the pound
Sean is the best, niggas is the opposite, pa
Shut the fuck up, put a in it, pa, be quiet
I put a hole in ya hat, Jesus soul controller of rap, amen

Flood]
This hard body shit, pump shotty shit
Niggas shooting the up over a bitch, shit
This that ignorant shit, niggas a trigger, quick
This ignorance is, yea fire and all this
If you dealing with bricks, we gon' take it
And if you dealing with chips, then we take it
But if you wit tips, ma, then shake it
Cuz my niggas is in this bitch, and that's

It's the five foot gorilla with the mind of a
Killing every nigga in sight, murdered by ya
Ill reflections of ya face
tucking in they necklace when I step in the place
Niggas acting like they hard, but soft as Jell-O
You can tell them niggas pussy, they walk by, hello
I know, I was scoping you, was hoping I
Like a pair of sized shorts, no, not at all
I'm not the one, but I got two
And if you need me to add on more, I it through
Cuz I got a trunk for niggas who say ain't scared
Go for your gun, I let my mac ten braid ya
a little style, I call presto change-o
When the bullets in the chamber, I it to change, yo
Right back atcha, the knife and bat atcha
ask you could I smack you, if I didn't, I was glad to

[Chorus:
that hard body shit, pump shotty shit
Niggas the party up over a bitch, shit
This that ignorant shit, niggas pull a trigger,
This what ignorance is, yea fire and all
If you dealing bricks, then we gon' take it
And if you with chips, then we gon' take it
But if you wit tips, ma, then shake it
Cuz my niggas is in this bitch, and that's

[Ruste
Yeah, burn a tree from the yard, then
Juxxe make you shots pon de squad, then
I rock wit that bang bang boogie
Stomp through hot blocks with that thang wit me
It's all gravy and mashed potatoes, I haters
Bust bullets, blast tazers, slash
Say my rap is longer than my wrap sheet
Young niggas ask me, rhyming to a rap
Crack in the of the eighties
Produced alotta inner city hood crack
niggas moving like a chicken with his throat slit
But I bet I lean 'em when I hit 'em wit dope shit
Never slip, off and blowing your back off
Niggas is wack soft, we throwing track off
Never got a off, fuck the jack off
I'mma let the off and pop ya cap off

[Chorus:
that hard body shit, pump shotty shit
Niggas shooting the party up a bitch, shit
This that ignorant shit, niggas a trigger, quick
what ignorance is, yea fire and all this
If you with bricks, then we gon' take it
And if you with chips, then we gon' take it
But if you dealing wit tips, ma, then it
Cuz my niggas is in this bitch, and that's