Spliff-N-Wessun

[Sean Price] It go stop with the bullshit Playing game niggas, hopskotch when the tool click Don't make me pop ya Ya black eye and blue, bitch, Frank Sinatra You see SP, you'll be thinking rasta Think it's peace & love, but I think to drop ya Think gangsta rappers, got ya thinking mobster It's a fact, you're and act, or, think you Oscar's, no That's when I slap this jerk Tell your Jesus piece, send him back to Catholic church Niggas actin' like my motherfuckin' gat don't work Til you hit and then collapse in the dirt, I'm screamin' that you hurt Motherfuckin' right, that shit hurt Niggas play tackle football with a plastic Nerf Bitches with dreadlocks and drinks in the back Suck dick, plus we make biscuits from scratch [Rustee Juxx] Niggas dial 9-11 I told the Smif Wess, one nine, one-one Forty five's and P2 29's Storyline, it begins once upon a crime Rustee Juxx in the gutter like stash crack Any block, any bitch, I'mma smash that Aiyo, fuck force 1's, rip stone in they goretex Blaze up, fools you walk me through a vortex Size 3, Brooklyn playalistic Mossberg, music, duke don't get it twisted [Sean Price] Aiyo I shine (you shine) In this day of time (we pop off ya head with the nine) Nah (we not soft, go head with the lies Duke you a knockoff, ya plans and designs is Off the table, I'm dead broke, nigga, they cuttin' off my cable [Rustee Juxx] The criminal of the year, yea I'm back to rob So take ya shine off when you see me on the job Do to the mac, I'm strapped, ready to clap React, stop runnin' ya yap, and runnin' ya stack Sure carryin' top and blue gems Flash you in ya Benz, for stoppin' gold rims Pumpin' on the block, through rocks that glow stim And I'm rollin' on 10, the size of my Timbs [Sean Price] Let me get a turkey sandwich and a bottle of juice please A dollar change left, fuck it, give me two loosies We ain't got no track Three songs, one session, it's a kind ol' rap [Rustee Juxx] Still rip a nigga ass, raw rap on the red Catch me in the weed spot, triggin' on the dred See me in the flesh, real liftin' ya chain Only feel is the flame, fifth in ya frame In the cut wit ya bitch, feelin' up on her butt and her tits You wanna fuck but she can start suckin' his dick I got a click that move more crowds than Eric B With a shotgun, air ho tech, and desert eag's