Sean Price
Sean Price - The Hardest Nigga Out lyrics
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[Sean Price:] P! Ha ha ha Uhh... yeah, P beat up the beat bastard Beats from my heat and sleep deep in your green pasture Mean rapper - fuck is you lookin at?! Fuck a autograph nigga, Ruck is a crooked cat Uhh, look at that - who you think them pants from? Uhh, look at that - who you get that dance from? Psh, I don't dance for niggaz I take trips for the shit and advance on niggaz This is anti-bitch boy, whack niggaz fall back This is the verse that niggaz could never call whack The illest nigga in Nebraska, I'm Method Man Clown nigga, yellow leather, weapon fam ... and I smoke a lot too Come from black church with polka dots troop Ha ha - y'all get it later P Body the great but it get greater Fuck with me! Yo, listen Uhh, slap when the sket blow Bum-ass nigga, no snaps on the petrol I'm a Mastercard pa you just a Metro Straight train fare, I'm not believin your chain here Coke blow, nose blow nigga to reindeer On my grind, sometimes I be rockin... I be rockin... Steady your home, big sket weapon is chrome No slot, "6 Minutes" Doug E. Fresh on the phone Listen, death be quick, gat be nimble You strapped but you whack as you sat with'cha back to the window I'm child gun fat rap gat to your temple Stay in your lane lame plain and simple (yes) I dedicate this to the eighty-fivers Wholeheartedly hand stage divin Mercedes drives Whoo, I will pop you black The big hand you science you writin is that Yacub rap See you in hell!