(feat. Buckshot, Louieville Sluggah & Steele) 



[Chorus 2x: Buckshot] 

Ah, you see too hard for me 

Ah, you see you hardly me 

Disrespect anyone, no pardon me 

Any time you set it off, you can start with me 



[Sean Price] 

Meanwhile, nigga, back at the ranch 

Smokin' a spliff with this bitch trynna faster her pants 

P, off with the blouse, and off with the kangol 

Victoria Secret, bitch, Caribbean mango 

Her favorite song on Nocturnal, was Brainz Blo 

Put on my pants, if she can let the brains blow 

Heh, I had to find that funny 

Lost my wallet, gotta find my money, bitch 

How you gonna shit on me? 

After I let you shit on me, freaky deaky 

Nowadays I had it up to here 

Don't make me fuck around and cut your hair, listen 

All things Sean Price, four wings, fried rice 

Nigga, duck sauce, who the fuck the boss? 

Yo, ask me no questions, I tell you no lie 

Unless the judge is wack and the jury is jive 

Uh, old school style, Furious Five 

Get my man Grandmaster Caz, to snuff ya ass 

On a, world tour, with Muhammed, my man 

In a piece of shit truck, smelling like vomit and ham 



[Steele] 

And when the coochie smell bad, but the shorty look good 

What the fuck a nigga suppose to say, tell me 

If I like to do a little rap, put money on stacks 

Tell me how a nigga suppose to get get paid 

Wait a minute, now you mean to tell me, I'm stuck in this shit 

Rappers either bending over or riding dicks 

Check 'em, down and dirty niggaz stuck in the ditch 

The realest in the myst, tuckin' a fifth, ohh 



[Louieville Sluggah] 

It's like a switch from Crys' to Molt Liquor and 

Colt 45, on the hittin' hand sittin' 

If you can't stand the heat, get out the kitchen 

It's either you with you, or you all around bitching 

Pop pop, what happened to that boy? 

He got popped, got rocked by a real mccoy 

I was fucking his broad, she was feeling joyced 

She said; let's go have one a girl or boy 

I said; not me to copy, have you talking crazy 

You cool and all but I pass, baby baby 

To all my Queensmen and Brookmen 

Crooked men, if you ever looked out, then good looking 

A nigga pray that we stay away from the bookers 

Cuz any kid get locked up, to another Brooklyn 

Avenues and streets, boulevards I creep 

Until every fucking dollar bill meet, yo 



[Chorus 2x] 



[Sean Price] 

Yo, alotta niggaz rhyme, some of y'all nice 

Some sound the same, but not Sean Price 

The O.D.B., and the B.C.C 

I'm David Ruffin, say when it's nothing, no 

Need for acceptance, no need for applause 

All you need is a gause, when you bleeding, ofcourse 

Of course, I ain't playin' no more 

Fuck holding back, fuck what I'm saving it for 

Get busy, bisexual burners, both ways with the biscuit 

Hit, niggaz and bitches, and occasionally infants 

Yo, save it man, tricks are for kids, bitch, David Blaine 



[Chorus 2x]