(feat. Steele) 



[Sean Price:] 

Aiyyo 

Yeah, oops upside your head 

You wear a suit and a tie when you dead, you might see me 

in the streets doin crazy stuff 

Why? This rap shit don't pay enough 

No joke I'm serious, the God spit bodies that's furious 

Y'all niggaz is funny style, Eddie Murphy, "Delirious" 

Me? I'm straight like 9:15 

Two spliffs of the green, now my eyes Chinese 

Add on, multiply, let's divide this cream 

One for you... one for me 

Two for you... one-two for me (yo what the fuck?) 



Yeah sanitation, I said sanitarium 

Niggaz is clowns and found ground in aquariums 

You motherfuckers sleep with the fishes 

I'm at your spot tryin to sleep wit'cha bitches, listen 

You rap like P, don't rap like P 

Back smack a rapper backwards for tryin to act like me 

I'm, one of a kind, I'm second to none 

If my, record ain't spun I network with some guns 

Call dude at the radio, listen could you play me yo? 

Yeah I'ma play it, he ain't play it but he played me though 

Next week I saw him at a party tryin to wave hello 

Smacked him in the face with the 8, I'm tryin to break his nose 

Motherfucker~! 



[Steele:] 

Look, man, you must be out your God damn mind 

It don't make sense if I don't make a God damn dime 

Now why, you think I'm out here on this God damn grind 

And won't resign 'til I reside in a fox that's fine 

I'm, like Criss "Mindfreak," abracadabra 

Nigga my nine speak, your rhymes weak and need Viagra 

Most rappers ain't that nice, your rap ain't real 

You can't, be like Sean Price, can't do like Steele, f'real 

And I don't mean to be facetious 

It's genius to have the God on the track with Jesus 

Y'all dudes fucked up, your flows pathetic 

The 8 set it, push up on niggaz like calisthenics 

We, wild and wreckless, the style's perfected 

Don't wanna see me at your desk with scare like "Where the check is?" 

This biz just gon' have this kid lose his religion 

Pop a few Gods, do twenty-five to lives in prison 



(Damn, that's fucked up man)