(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 %#@! don't pay enough
No joke I'm serious, the God spit bodies that's furious

Y'all ^!$$%z 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 $#&@?)


Yeah sanitation, I said sanitarium
^!$$%z is clowns and found ground in aquariums

You mother$#&@ers sleep with the fishes
I'm at your spot tryin to sleep wit'cha (*##$es, 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
Mother$#&@er~!


[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

^!$$% my nine speak, your rhymes weak and need !#!^
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 $#&@ed up, your flows pathetic

The 8 set it, push up on ^!$$%z 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 $#&@ed up man)