“this is not a compet-tion it’s a cooperation. stupid -ss house n-gg-.
i can’t see you though b-tch, you see me.
the devil is a motherf-ckin liar.
cause you know i ain’t worried, beeotch.
you don’t like it? kiss my -ss you don’t like it. it’s my house”
ayo, listen, ayo
gather ’round motherf-ckers and stop the bullsh-ttin’
‘fore i go gun-ho, fo’-fo’n and fo’-fifthin
don’t make a difference to sean grippin the cronz
guns up, thumbs up, motherf-cker the fonz
sean’s, throw the 3 like abdul jabbar
you too old to be rappin, how true you are
throw your punk -ss in front of a moving car
sticks and stones break bones, words don’t hurt me pa
jack and jill went, up the hill
they got, to’ back by fizzy womack and bill
amazing grace, eat the food off your plate
wash it down with some milk b-tch, you know how i’m built
sean price is the negro, lou ferrigno
incredible flow, b-tch i’m lettin you know
i’m the boot camp general, the veteran spoke
remember the alamo flow, goin for broke
“i come in the name of jesus by the power of the holy spirit.
don’t matter how you got with me.
if you, if you down, doin what i’m talkin ’bout doin.
lord needs to get this book open.
turn your diseased waters, and give to the poor.
you’re fatherless as a widow, get up outta the penitentiary.
and you down with that?
you ain’t down with that?
then shut yo’ god d-mn -ss up!”
it go, as i combine all the sh-lls from my 9
run up, gun up, gat is crackin your spine
powerful impact, boom from the cannon
a new sheriff in town, clown i’m reggie hammond
i’m tryin to get rich or die tryin
you die tryin to get rich that’s where the 9 lined him
‘burbs say with my wordplay i’m out of my mind
i’m at the herb gate and these n-gg-s ain’t, sellin no dimes
get, deep in your face illuminati your grill
body somebody, and jump in my ducati and peel
i’m not like these other rappers
flashin the pants dance steps, f-ck a rapper
ruck is after the gold, and after that the platinum
beef after that, hurricane starang pack the gat son
motherf-cker, son of a b-tch