[Sean The first verse is the why the fuck they call you Jesus Price, nigga? And you in church Napoleon complex, niggas earth your a hook, nigga, earth my turf Nah I mean, gave a pound of vile pork, beat off Had to him in the face, with a Ballantine cloth Silverback happy on songs, I ain't dissing Just you muthafuckas listening wrong, diesel niggas smoking on crack, Tony Atlas Flash forward flowing, ? you Thelonious I mastered the and mastered the styles I fight the fair one then a round 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 in ya hat, Jesus Price soul controller of rap, amen
Flood] This that body shit, pump shotty shit Niggas the party up over a bitch, shit This that ignorant shit, pull a trigger, quick This what ignorance is, yea and all this If you with bricks, then we gon' take it And if you dealing with chips, then we take it But if you dealing wit tips, ma, shake it Cuz my niggas is in this bitch, and that's
It's the five foot with the mind of a killa Killing every in sight, murdered by ya mirror Ill reflections of protectin ya Bitches tucking in they when I step in the place Niggas like they hard, but they soft as Jell-O You can tell niggas pussy, when they walk by, hello I know, I was scoping you, was I fall a pair of over sized shorts, no, not at all I'm not the one, but I got two And if you me to add on more, I bring it through Cuz I got a for niggas who say they ain't scared Go for your gun, I let my mac ten ya hair With a little style, I call change-o the bullets in the chamber, I press it to change, yo Right back atcha, the knife and bat atcha Better ask you could I smack you, if I didn't, I was to
Flood] This that hard shit, pump shotty shit Niggas shooting the up over a bitch, shit that ignorant shit, niggas pull a trigger, quick This what is, yea fire and all this If you dealing with bricks, 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 crazy
Juxxe] Yeah, burn a good tree the yard, then Juxxe make you shots pon de squad, then I rock wit that bang bang boogie through hot blocks with that thang thang wit me It's all gravy and mashed potatoes, I smash Bust bullets, blast tazers, razors Say my rap sheet is longer than my wrap Young niggas ask me, to a rap beat Crack in the of the eighties Produced alotta inner hood crack babies Bird niggas moving like a with his throat slit But I bet I lean 'em when I hit 'em wit dope shit Never slip, slack off and blowing back off Niggas is wack soft, we throwing track off Never got a pack off, fuck the off I'mma let the off and pop ya cap off
Flood] This that hard shit, pump shotty shit Niggas shooting the party up over a bitch, that ignorant shit, niggas pull a trigger, quick This what is, yea fire and all this If you dealing bricks, then we gon' take it And if you dealing with chips, then we take it But if you dealing wit tips, ma, then it Cuz my niggas is in this bitch, and that's