Sean Price - Admiral Greets General lyrics
rate me(prod. By Statik Selektah)
Ft. Jakk Frost
(Verse: Sean Price)
Rags to riches and riches to rags
Nigga that back with this shit got shit on their back
Nigga, bag on my nip, poppin', finna get masked, nigga
Mad lil bitch, drop the stitch to yo ass, nigga
A gift from Gabbons, a gift, from yo god
Yo god here entire spittin' in district fo' y'all
Niggas spell my name right
You fucked up the package, you ain't sellin' the kane right
I'm gang tight big gun that I aim right
At any lame type that be thinking about a gang fight
Hugging and a smile, ain't real so I chill like a motherless child
Ya dudes in trouble, big guns wit bullets that's size of a super bubble
Nigga that don’t work, hit me with yo best I guess that don’t hurt
Ping!
(Verse 2: Jakk Frost)
What the fuck is you thinkin'!
No use in bussin' yo gun, nah how the fuck is you blinkin'?
If I ain't bashin' skulls with bottles of Don P
I'm in Brooklyn, I ride some bitches with Tech and Sean P
Oh, who, me?! I'm that nigga Jack Frost
Betta bust a Mac off and make the DT's back off
My fire and kin win, let the whole double stack off
Me fuck yo bitch, nigga? I'd rather jack off
Stuck on my sematrice shit, I'm doin' it my way
12 and a half ounces, back and forth on the highway
You betta than me, nigga, please, that's what they all say
In the projects, fifth floor, my fiends in the hallway
They callin' me broad man, more like the gutter man
Don't make me fuck around and make the Uzzi stutter, man
And Beer Gang general, Beer Gang Admiral
Tom Grady with bullets, who wanna catch this 'llateral?