Ruck And AGG

[Verse One] [Sean Price]: First of all you bitch niggas actin' all fuckin' silly Seein', ain't recognizin' how real this rap shit can really be Fortified, Colt 45 like I'm Billy Dee Pop you, you, and you for a killer's street trilogy Sean Price nice with rhymes y'all not feelin' me Till I slap niggas, now you feelin' me literally Ayo, it'll be a cold day in Hell Before you see Ruck, rather see O.J. in a cell Type that'll run up on your block party Jump off a dirt bike Spit physical flames to the crowd, straight hurt mics Ate the fuck out with this bitch cause her skirt tight She ain't givin' up the fuckin' pussy, "When you turn dyke?" Damn, snatched your chain cause I figure it's worth like 2, 3 hundred, gas money, hit the turnpike Next thing I know helicopters and the searchlight Damn gotta go, helicopters and the searchlight [Verse Two] [Agallah]: Ayo, I beat niggas till they bruise and they bleed with broken arms Burn niggas Till I hear the fuckin' sound of smoke alarms Go to your crib ? the delivery and choke ya moms I called 9-1-1 before I wrote this song Killin' niggas, yo I'm doin' somethin' right outta wrong .45 caliber nigga, yo I tote the long None of y'all never see me and never do me nada Jumpin' outta Impalas like niggas wildin' in Guatemala With gats that holla Iced out from the wrist the collar Just image if I sold one of my discs for a dollar The left hand on my dick, gun on my right Son in the life, bullets across the street to his fleet Put up a good fight Shootouts for about an hour and a half Alleyway before the L.I.Q. was the only escape path Shoot through the air, Sha B and son count half Beat the shit out ya ass Take your jewels and your stash We go home to the hood and try to spazz Got you talkin' all that jazz And your souls livin' in Alcatraz I'll out ya ass Kick bones out ya ass And they won't know jack shit about ya ass My flow will lie six feet deep in the grass