(feat. Starang Wondah & Steele)

[Sean Price]

Let's play freeze tag with icepicks
Nightshift, selling white %#@! to white chicks
Bikes with vicegrips, scuffed up Huffies

For the crime, do Shyne time, that's $#&@ed up
You the type to get $#&@ed up monthly, beat down daily
And smoke up your disability check

Sean Price, bout as real as he get, I'm no fool, I'm old school
Like I'm hard as Gillmore with the skin
If ya, walk through my block and talk about Ruck

You get touched mother$#&@er, cause you talk too much
Come walk with P, so you all can see
How I get dough, spit flows, to an awkward beat

Betta look both ways, before you cross the street
The Pirelli's on the porsche, push you off your feet
Sean P., one half of the incredible rap team

Y'all ^!$$%z smoked out, incredible track fiend

[Starang Wondah]

Y'all ^!$$%z is too old to think the way you do
And you cowards, never do what you say you do
I'm in the hood, running with the same crazy crew

And you ain't nice, you sound like Jay-Z, too
^!$$%z is frontin', actin' like bad boys
Y'all move in silence, we make mad noise

When it's beef in the streets, we don't try and make peace
I got killas that 'just blaze', and they don't make beats
S dot, size R, with the long flee

Ghetto (*##$, fat $$#, with the long weave

[Chorus 2x: Steele]

Aiyo, get down, lay down, everybody get on the floor
This is beef, you don't want that pa
Better warn everybody in ya city or town

Let 'em know, what what, this is the shakedown

[Steele]

Three star camouflage, mob the bar
Vodka, cognac, it's a mardi gras
Roll a big marley, y'all, fanto cigar

I got mami in the back with the God
Back to the car, get it in the back of the car
I had her fiddlin' with the latch on the bra

I was huggin' at the strap on the thong
Thuggin' like a rap ^!$$% song
Grindin', to the crack of the dawn

She make a ^!$$% wanna come back in the morn'
Make her want a ^!$$%, back, after I'm gone
That's what I'm on, baby got back, word is bond

Have y'all like, 'damn, them %#@! is wrong'
Have you like, 'damn, that %#@! is song'
Flip down, lay down, sell or it goes through the raw

Four door, gator poured on twenty fours
Bucktown USA, connect with your boys


[Sean Price]
Aiyo, shorty look good
Nah, she ugly, but I'm drunk as hell, so $#&@ it shorty look good

The (*##$ did E, plus she smoke good trees
So me being who I be, I had to do me
The (*##$ wanted me to straight spit in the cash

Slow dubs, slow $#&@s, Teddy Pendergrass, no
I don't switch to bend yo $$#, to $#&@
Over down, jump in your tenants and dash, yo

She talkin' bout that ain't fair
(*##$ that's two dollars, $#&@ you mean, that ain't fair
Yo, Sean Price, and the price is cheaper

Only splurge on icebergs, Nike's and reefer
Timberland boots, and plus a gun to shoot
And a pocket full of !@%!e, in case I don't recoup

Cuz, time is money and money is time
And I just got enough time, to get that money


[Chorus 2x]