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Sean Price lyrics : "Rising To The Top"

(feat. Agallah)

[Sean Price]

Yeah, we all cool, pa, anybody can get it
Winchester Remington's, any shot'll y'all hit it
Yo, dress sloppy, but my rap is deffer

Watch Rosewood go outside and slap a cracker
Yo, various styles and, various hot %#@!
Killed a ^!$$% on a train with Barry Slovik, dude

Bottom line, you ain't ready for Ruck
Where your girl, duke, I'm ready to $#&@
Do the knowledge, I'm ill

Especially when the god swallowing pills
Spaz out on your (*##$ while she double my deal
All my ^!$$%z went through drama, for real

Ruck dred, Agallah, body armor steel, squar from the ville
Untouchable, Sean Conner's got kill
Ya'll ^!$$%z chill before ya moma get killed, yo

Untouchable, Sean Conner's got kill
Ya'll ^!$$%z chill before ya moma get killed, yo


[Chorus 2x: Agallah]
And we gon' give this all that we got
Blow the spot, keep rising to the top

All my ^!$$%z, keep rising to the top

[Agallah]

Everyone welcome to the gangsta world of Agallah
Where it's me and my ^!$$%z, my (*##$es, my guns and my cars
My dogs don't kill, they kill these rap stars

I like ridin' around with a gangsta broad
I'ma gangsta dog, go with the shotty, or I'm shankin' y'all
Wind up in prison, no thanks to y'all

Come back to the block, then I break y'all balls
Get murked right on the spot, so we don't have to brawl
Listen up, pa, don't $#&@ with Agallah

None of these ^!$$%z could never see the catalog
I don't give a $#&@ if it's digital or !@#^og
I flip, to any style, pa, press record

Give me a million, that's how you blessed the lord
Bull%#@! me? I won't even step to y'all
Consider the %#@!, this is what I left with y'all

Look at all the hot %#@!, that I kept from y'all

[Chorus 2x]


[Hook: Agallah, Sean Price]
It's music in the air, a lots of loving everywhere

Everybody, gettin' right, everybody, gettin' right
It's smoke all in the air, everybody wanna share
^!$$%z is gettin' high, ^!$$%z is gettin' high


[Sean Price]
I love thin raps and flows, I love gettin' stacks of dough

Like I love hittin' raps and hoes
I've been to club, where the stash is yo
Why you bumpin' me, god, actin' up in front of company, god

Got some %#@! up in the trunk of my car
We can fight right now, you get lumped in the bar
Bottom line duke

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