It's Nothing Freestyle

[Verse] Yo, I eat your food dawg, the Eukanuba chewer Shooting my luger, you bitch niggas know the maneuver Of Sean Price, Dutch Master, rolling some stank dank With a big gun and shells that'll pop at your think tank Now back to the topic at hand, Glock in my hand Pop it and scram, salat with Saddam Mom's like "Leave them drugs alone boy, you gon' die." That's the pot calling the kettle black I know her ass high I'm sober Shit, Kennedy Fried Chicken specials come with free soda You ball hurtin' Leave a scar pa murkin' Through the woods like LeVar Burton with his heart hurtin' {heavy breathing} Run nigga run! I beat on niggas Get deep on niggas Chew the concrete up and spit street on niggas Never been to sleep with I will creep on niggas With the heat till they ride out the Jeep with niggas First of all half these bastards gay I should blast the trey Fuck it, knock 'em out Cassius Clay Fucking punks jump up to get beat down The pump go dumping and throw heat down all on your mug Sean Price showing all of your love Black, whites, Canadians Hindus, Jews, Japs and Arabians Haitian niggas on the corner, sop I say Cop that yay' Get knocked guess it's not our day Fucking punks be fronting in the street now Punks get lumped up in street now fucking with Sean Half the time I write but Sometimes I'm wrong but Fuck it's nothing I'm Sean Motherfucker yeah