Sean Price & Flood Freestyle

[Verse One: Sean Price] Ayo, I ain't a mad rapper I ain't no back packer I'm just a cat who will smack black off of wack rappers Nigga acting like they really gon' get me But the motherfuckers is faker than silicon titties P! R. to the I.C.E See you niggas in Hell with a glass of ice for my tea That's just the way that I be Like a bitch you like it rough so I'm trying to fuck Laila Ali Trying to make dumb dollars like Diddy and Dash Make you motherfucks hollar while you give me some cash Bitches hear the brokest rapper you know And they still be like, "Ruck what the fuck you doing after the show?" I'm like, "Chill with my wife, chill with my son Before I, kill with my knife, I'm ill with my gun." Yo six million ways to die, choose gun Ask Sean Price, that's like six million and one Yo, yo, yo, yo [Flood Diesel] Yo Here I come The wicked one like Mum Ra Yeah run! This the one they warn you about That's son and 'em Niggas from the Brook-nam government The Flood and shit Niggas said "He prolly got a gun on him" My origin Deep like a fucking arcade And these niggas weak, yeah butter Parkay I'm out in these streets selling pellets of cocaine I nearly got knocked, I'm like "Fuck it" the whole thang Whole thing? My hustle ring is like phone book Plus my pinky ring is just so hook Ask them niggas how I got you shook Try to front, that's the best you do That's the same way he left his hood Now he dead looking not so good