Sean Price - Cardiac Lyrics
[Sean Price]The first verse is the worstLike why the ***** they call you Jesus Price, nigga?And you curse in churchNapoleon complex, niggas earth your Lurch***** a hook, nigga, earth my turfNah I mean, gave a pound of vile pork, beat Malachai offHad to slap him in the face, with a Ballantine clothSilverback Sean's happy on songs, I ain't dissingJust you mutha*****as listening wrong, listen***** diesel niggas smoking on crack, Tony AtlasFlash forward flowing, ???you Thelonious baskets???I mastered the style and mastered the stylesI fight the fair one then blast a round wit the poundSean is the best, ya'll niggas is the opposite, paShut the ***** up, put a sock in it, pa, be quietI put a hole in ya hat, Jesus Price soul controller of rap, amen[Chorus: Flood]This that hard body shit, pump shotty shitNiggas shooting the party up over a *****, shitThis that ignorant shit, niggas pull a trigger, quickThis what ignorance is, yea fire and all thisIf you dealing with bricks, then we gon' take itAnd if you dealing with chips, then we gon' take itBut if you dealing wit tips, ma, then shake itCuz my niggas is in this *****, and that's crazy[Buckshot]It's the five foot gorilla with the mind of a killaKilling every nigga in sight, murdered by ya mirrorIll reflections of protectin ya face*****es tucking in they necklace when I step in the placeNiggas acting like they hard, but they soft as Jell-OYou can tell them niggas *****, when they walk by, helloI know, I was scoping you, was hoping I fallLike a pair of over sized shorts, no, not at allI'm not the one, but I got that twoAnd if you need me to add on more, I bring it throughCuz I got a trunk for niggas who say they ain't scaredGo for your gun, I let my mac ten braid ya hairWith a little style, I call presto change-oWhen the bullets in the chamber, I press it to change, yoRight back atcha, with the knife and bat atchaBetter ask you could I smack you, if I didn't, I was glad to[Chorus: Flood]This that hard body shit, pump shotty shitNiggas shooting the party up over a *****, shitThis that ignorant shit, niggas pull a trigger, quickThis what ignorance is, yea fire and all thisIf you dealing with bricks, then we gon' take itAnd if you dealing with chips, then we gon' take itBut if you dealing wit tips, ma, then shake itCuz my niggas is in this *****, and that's crazy[Ruste Juxxe]Yeah, burn a good tree from the yard, thenJuxxe make you lick shots pon de squad, thenI rock rock wit that bang bang boogieStomp through hot blocks with that thang thang wit meIt's all gravy and mashed potatoes, I smash hatersBust bullets, blast tazers, slash razorsSay my rap sheet is longer than my wrap sheetYoung niggas ask me, rhyming to a rap beatCrack in the days of the eightiesProduced alotta inner city hood crack babiesBird niggas moving like a chicken with his throat slitBut I bet I lean 'em when I hit 'em wit this dope shitNever slip, slack off and blowing your back offNiggas is wack soft, we throwing your track offNever got a pack off, ***** the jack offI'mma let the latch off and pop ya cap off[Chorus: Flood]This that hard body shit, pump shotty shitNiggas shooting the party up over a *****, shitThis that ignorant shit, niggas pull a trigger, quickThis what ignorance is, yea fire and all thisIf you dealing with bricks, then we gon' take itAnd if you dealing with chips, then we gon' take itBut if you dealing wit tips, ma, then shake itCuz my niggas is in this *****, and that's crazy
