By The Way

[Verse 1: Sean Price] Gotta be P hating The fist to your face Clay, Muhammad Ali shaking Fist full of chips grated, gotta be P caking Whimp you with Jim faking, gotta be P aping I sell white rock, and clap canons I'm old school like white rock soda and backgammon Rap phantom, Sean is a starving artist I gain a lot of weight cause a nigga eating regardless You a target, and talk about bullseye You a Target employee, a good guy And ain't nothing wrong with that, nigga Ain't nothing wrong with this I make something strong with rap, nigga And guess what, the nigga next up He can't make a song for shit P -- mad smart, no Cornell West shit But I can make death ring your doorbell next, kid I told y'all I'm with the family, chill Don't sleep, a phone call will get your family killed, P [Hook: Torae] Gotta be Sean Gotta be who bodied the song Cause Brownsville ill, gotta be on Ruckus, you wrong Gotta be -- what the fuck is you on? Popping pills, chopping krills -- what the fuck is you doing? Gotta be the best rapper to spit it Clap in a minute Gotta let these niggas know who still actually live it, P [Verse 2: Sean Price] It gotta be P snapping The fifth to your face, shake, I gotta be relapsing Spit in your face, maybe gotta be P laughing Gift from the eight? Great, it gotta be P clapping I can't stand around you bitch niggas Emph beam make your team steam like a fish dinner But the new shit burgandy With new kicks straight from Munich, Germany My net worth be making your neck jerk Expert whenever, wherever the sket burst The most fabulous flow Yo, your whole shit dead, toe tag on the floor Venomous speech, rappers play pretend with the beats Hit with the knife, goodnight, then I send 'em to sleep Nigga, General P And the kit is like the Confederate General Lee P! [Hook]