[Produced by: Statik Selektah]
[Verse 1: Sean Price]
I'm top ten, your torn up-top from the top tier
Tat his iPhone, the animal Ock I box bears
Got those quotes to Glock-pop folks
Two times in the head and laugh, that's the knock-knock joke
Shots fly, I nail ya
One eye open scopin I’m Popeye da Sailor
Listen, used to get hungry off of the stress plate
Used to get money off a cassette tape
The best ain't made great
The Grodfather large armor logical, I'm on point chronological
I don't rock boots with spikes, nigga
Don't watch roots with white niggas
Bullets bop biggots away when the eight's spitting
Blow this shit out of proportion, the race in racism
A degree for my declaration
When saying Sean P say the P with exclamation
Motherfucker
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Let me tell you 'bout this story of a young'n
Raised in a ghetto that he was brung in
Round the drinkin' and druggin'
Had to box it out in backyards
So I put my Nike Airs on
And dug in the dirt and I started sluggin'
I lost some, I won some, but I fought them all
Trying not to be another name upon the wall
Lots of murals that's been painted in memory of
But I'm still here so before I'm gone gimme the love
Imma take my flowers now when I can still smell 'em
Then roll up the strongest trees and inhale em
The world is getting worse everyday I try to tell em
As long as you keep buying the lies then they gon' sell 'em
Y'all niggas is mad and they tired, ready to act out
You can't keep killing them and not expect them to black out
You locked the front doors on 'em and they take the backround
All your shit will leave your face with the shit smacked out
[Verse 1: Sean Price]
I'm top ten, your torn up-top from the top tier
Tat his iPhone, the animal Ock I box bears
Got those quotes to Glock-pop folks
Two times in the head and laugh, that's the knock-knock joke
Shots fly, I nail ya
One eye open scopin I’m Popeye da Sailor
Listen, used to get hungry off of the stress plate
Used to get money off a cassette tape
The best ain't made great
The Grodfather large armor logical, I'm on point chronological
I don't rock boots with spikes, nigga
Don't watch roots with white niggas
Bullets bop biggots away when the eight's spitting
Blow this shit out of proportion, the race in racism
A degree for my declaration
When saying Sean P say the P with exclamation
Motherfucker
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Let me tell you 'bout this story of a young'n
Raised in a ghetto that he was brung in
Round the drinkin' and druggin'
Had to box it out in backyards
So I put my Nike Airs on
And dug in the dirt and I started sluggin'
I lost some, I won some, but I fought them all
Trying not to be another name upon the wall
Lots of murals that's been painted in memory of
But I'm still here so before I'm gone gimme the love
Imma take my flowers now when I can still smell 'em
Then roll up the strongest trees and inhale em
The world is getting worse everyday I try to tell em
As long as you keep buying the lies then they gon' sell 'em
Y'all niggas is mad and they tired, ready to act out
You can't keep killing them and not expect them to black out
You locked the front doors on 'em and they take the backround
All your shit will leave your face with the shit smacked out
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