[Sean Price] 

Ya'll motherfuckers do it for the love of the rap 

I do it for the love of the rap, and the dubs and the lack 

Do it for what dub in the black, in the club with the gat 

Do it for the thugs in the back, who be hustlin' crack 

Stop, y'all niggaz brand new to the game 

My gun blow lead, two in ya brain 

When it's all said and done, we gon' see what's up 

Holla at Rock, he probably with Ruck 

That was forever, my nigga Sean Price the boss 

Slap niggaz talking about a Mike Tyson loss 

I'm a broke rapper, hope that you like the floss 

Plus a gold snatcher, four clapper, lights is off 

None of y'all nice, all of y'all wack 

And it's thirty eight snub noses, pressed in the small of ya back 

Ya'll niggaz got hand skills, but can y'all brawl with a gat 

Rosa Park niggaz callin' it back, Sean P 



[Chorus: Sean Price] 

One two y'all, and you don't stop 

To the beat y'all, when the drums drop 

It's Sean P, y'all, and ya don't stop 

Rustee Juxx, Boot Camp, and Ruck and Rock 

One two y'all, and you don't quit 

Sean P, Big Ruck is the ultimate 

One two y'all, and you don't stop 

Cuz you won't stop, and I don't stop 



[Sean Price] 

On the fourth of July, Jamaican niggaz rock corduroy shorts 

Sip Guinness stoute, forty's in quarts 

Drunk and high, skunk and tie 

Pop's did Tango & Cash, just once every dime 

While followers path, try'nna straighten demolish staff 

Bag out the fifth, and hollow ya ass 

Back when Buckshot was making "Who Got Da Props" 

I was on the strip, who got the rocks, P 

Trained by ya vet, aimin' to sket, bangin' ya chest 

Flamin' ya flesh, straight David Koresh, ooh 

You can bullshit with rap if you want 

Fuck bullshit, and catch a full clip, I'll bring it back when I dump 

Fuck ya no name idiots, Kurt Cobain cocaine cigarette 

Play lean, acting ignorant 

Lickin' it, ain't playin', hittin' shit 

Still maintain, entertain, still getting it 



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[Sean Price] 

I got a glock with a clock on the top 

So when you pop it or not, you know what motherfuckin' time it is 

Ya girl, on the top of my cock, you feel the snot in the box 

You like, 'that bitch, grimey, kid' 

Curious George niggaz need to mind they biz 

For I fuck around and find your crib 

Open the door, hoping for far, scoping the four 

Get on some disrespectful shit, and start groping ya whore 

She got coke in the drawers, no doubt, crack in the ass 

I pulled it out the crack of her ass 



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