f/ Sean Price Yeah Sean P, Ya Mean Jedi Mind Tricks, MFC (Sean P aka Ruck) Yeah first of all don't make me burst and brawl Image is nothin you
sliced bread Sitting on the bed between a pair of nice legs I'm sex, white flag, ice bag, wipe rag I'm twice the mess but a fraction of the price tag
, clever, clever, clever (Puffy - It's my turn now) Verse Three: Puff Daddy Sean Jean, I shines I floss But get it out with the platinum cross My own boss What's the price
[Music: CAGE] [Lyrics: Sean Peck] The clock is ticking for the sickly as they waste away One day we're here the next we're gone Our one desire to go
' around town actin' bulletproof Be the one that get got get shot I got a big ole gun and I'll use it too Fool, don't play dumb, don't say, "Sean what
Aye yo Im Sean Price Im six foot one Dark skinned stocky build with a big gun Sick sons are the ones with the lump sums Stick guns get funds make your
the deal pah? i hope shit is peace and love But if it ain't fuck it I'm forced to release these slugs Peep these thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous
Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez Verse one: method Yo, light another, and elevate on this one
* 22 seconds of skit before lyrics * [ruck] Aiyyo I'm sean price, I'm six foot one Dark skinned, stocky build, with a big gun Six sons on the ones with
Hey, the price of fame cost too much Like these niggas talk too much I'm ready for whatever, somebody better tell 'em Said, I'm ready for whatever, hey
Now is this a curse, or shit I did bad Or my mind playin tricks cause I snatched a kid's bag [chorus] [slay sean] Yeah it's nighttime, the right time
, willies, pimps, all my sons No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez [Verse One: Method] Yo, light another, and elevate on this one my
Faces, beautiful No one ugly allowed Are you ready? Here we go Fashion is the art, designers are the gods Models play the part of angels in the dark Which one
'm a die, it's unusual Couple ways in which I die and I want you to know I love Sean's line, seen hot baby phat Won't wear Sean John, won't see that on
(feat. Gucci Mane, Soulja Boy) [Intro:] I Luvvv Fisher Price 804 335 0051 (LOL smiley face lol smiley face... Soulja boy Tell'Em) 804 335 0051 (GUCCI
Got that nigga Sean Price in the mood to bust Sean P., the motherfuckin' all time great New York, the M.C. nigga, the all rhyme state [Chorus: Tek (Sean Price
trying to get on, and like there wasn't nothin really like poppin' off the way it should have been. One of my homeys that was one of my artists, he got
long years, you can't untie me [Sean Price] Bring fire and Ruck let the heat pour Niggaz like Ruck 'Fuck you rhyming to this beat for?' Listen, life is like a muthafuckin' seesaw One