Hey yo blast it hittin hydro, make my eyes low 

Why those niggas like killin son, i don't know 

On the av(erage) impressin them silly whores 

Rockin mad jewels and ice, but yo is it realy yours? 

Fakin ass nigga, hatin ass nigga 

Sayin peace god even thankin ass nigga 

I ain't scared I said it on Jamaican ass niggas 

Bust dred in the head and escape fast with yah figures 

Flows tight like your daughters' twat, yo you oughta stop 

Bullshit you sayin, but fuck you call the cops 

Mo thug keep a bitch in this shit 

I'm lifitn the fifth and leave you dead on pickin the cris 

Air out hit nine-five-north we switch lanes 

On my way to Buffalo we sell crack to Rick James 

Dedicate this to niggas who say fuck Sean and 

DJs who don't play rock a ruck songs might 

Walk up in yah station and rip up your playlist 

Play this before i run up and and gun up and spray shit 

You on some gay shit like Lamar Latrell 

And whenever I sing shit it be hard as hell 



Chorus: 

Yo wherever you at throw yo hands in the air 

My dog Sean P he gon eat this year 

I can feel ya'll, it's all about the dollar bill ya'll 

Move too fast my dog might have to kill ya'll 



Hey yo b-tape pad and pen, rap shit 

Arm and hammer cocaine, crack shit 

44 Calico Desert Eagle gat shit 

4 chicken wings pork fried rice, cat shit 

Think niggas and bitch thugs ruckus will smack shit 

Timbaland boxes and bank accounts where I stack shit 

Kelly Price, Big Pun, 8-Ball, fat shit 

Niggas who can't fuck with Ruck on that wack shit 

My dick, my girl, KY Jelly, sex shit 

GS, LS, LX, that's that Lex shit 

Statewide to oversea tours, nigga reck shit 

Calisthetics and Tae Bo, on some flex shit 

Mike Piazza, John Franco, on some Mets shit 

Pinch you wealth and social secutiry check shit 

Lit on your moms pull out her weave disrespect shit 

You gettin soo close, get off that next shit 



Chorus: 

Yo wherever you at throw yo hands in the air 

My dog Sean P he gon eat this year 

I can feel ya'll, it's all about the dollar bill ya'll 

Move too fast my dog might have to kill ya'll 



Hey yo I'm Sean Price, no relation to Vincent 

Used to be the man the ? recent 

Bullshit went down, Sean had to get down he clowns with the tre pound 

Skip towns in the Greyhound 

Big weight how, bitin all means just as neccessary 

You temporary rock ruck remain legendary 

Never worry, ice and cream just like Ben & Jerry 

Then if any nigga disrespect me disincenitary 

Secondary niggas try, to attack Sean 

But I strap with the bomb my gat in the couron so 

Never think a nigga ain't prepared for what the feeble do 

Beat you to a Pope and sold you folks and your people too 

Traum medicine, always keep Sean better and I said it then 

It's lights out like calm medicine 

You'll never win-your head hurt, here's Excedrin 

Gotta keep it locked for the props and Benjamins 

Got mad niggas at home, should reconsider and 

They carrer they feel fear like Senior citizen and 

You see the shit I'm in.. 



Chorus: 

Yo son, yo, yo wherever you at throw yo hands in the air 

My dog Sean P he gon eat this year 

I can feel ya'll, it's all about the dollar bill ya'll 

Move too fast my dog might have to kill ya'll