Lyrics:
My doob's so big I could knock out a smackhead with it
The beats so sick cos I did it
She said she loves me, I said that's wicked
I guess I'm just
it on my own
Reach the kids at home just by picking up my phone
99 problems only need 1 solution
Distrokid got the distribution
Focus on the packaging
Hell I'm 'spose to do about it
Another quarter I guess hell
Bankrupt by some damn laundry
I ain't never going to a laundromat again bro
I wake up every
Safe Assign
It's on a hunnid like line to line
Safe Assign
Safe Assign
Safe Assign
Doing everything that I try
Line to line
I got niggas copying me
with the nigga Tall Sean manuscript
Man you shit, all up in your pants when the cannon click
Man I flip, on niggaz for no apparent reason
Squeezin
you'll sit by the phone
Xerox condolences sent to you all from Rummy and George, Condi and Paul
Consider this and take a stand to make amends
It's not
gripe to mention: I’m sick of Internet thugs who wouldn’t be around a strap at a dyke convention. I just detached the leash from an adamant rabbid beast.
shitting on you shitty
With your mad-ass
'Bout to snap a pic in front of a white wall
From that point on address me as Jim Paul
Turned on your song and I
you know that talk's cheap?
Potter, I be in the trap, fully in it
Balls deep next summer I might splash
A couple Pauls Street
Potter got time like
only cook it if it's raw
got rhymes galore, too many rhymes in store
and every time I score I'm slick like Roger Moore
I take the ball to the basket,
sick when singing at you
And bitch I leap I catch you.
It's just I'm wicked, dick it, can we still kick it?
[Chorus: x2]
Chop chop
We love
in chokehold
Haters can die they envy me and that's a deadly sin
Marco threw me the alley hoop I'm sick the pen
Yeah I go so hard
My grind is insane
Oh
thangs
We don't settle nor keep change
In a battle we seek pain
Cause the chains are for sick man
Stinkmaner b!tch I'm blinded by paper
All of you
worlds is very powerful for me
So I love to work
I don't know any other way
Part of it in the beginning was
I was running from poverty
I thought
you want to fling rock
Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy
Niggas getting smoked just like the buddha tye
I'm rocking well like
Pick a nose
Pick a nose
Pick a nose
Pick
Picked his nose
And made me sick
Pick a nose
Pick a nose
Pick a nose
Pick
Gets rid of it
With one fast
Intro:
This one goes out to all real wife
Stay by you man side when him never have a dime
Now him find some new ting fi climb
Mek him know you nah
makes y'all sick
To know I'm still talkin' shit
Still holdin' my dick
And it's still the same clique
HOJ, that's the fam, get it right, we legit
You
the Courvoisier
We got these hoes lovin it
They gettin familiar man, they screamin out my government (Sean John)
I like them in twins like doublement (Don
at John Paul
Pedistal she was on
The domes for the back, when sweat touched the wall
She's the quintessential
Held the monumental
It's no lie, in
Sean got sick the year we took a break One last night at Slam Dunk
Just before he passed away
And somehow all the music felt like rain We laughed
[music - Leon del Muerte]
[lyrics - Sean McGrath]
Impacted tissue is riddled with clots
Morbidly studying your gross anatomy
Perinium is sullied
Aye yo I'm Sean Price I'm 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
rich knockin hits out the ball park (come on)
With his Les Paul Guitar as his call card
He fell in love with the music, it was all heart
And when you
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