Sean Price - By The Way lyrics
rate me[Sean Price]Yeah; yo - uhh, gotta be P hatinThe fist to your face claim Muhammad Ali shakinFist full of chips grated, gotta be P cakinWhimp you with Jim fakin, gotta be P apinI sell white rock and clap canonsI'm old school like white rock soda and backgammonRap phantom, Sean is a starvin artistI gained a lot of weight cause a nigga eatin regardlessYou a target, and talk about bullseye (bullseye)You a Target employee, a good guy (a good guy)And ain't nuttin wrong with that, niggaand ain't nuttin wrong with thisI make somethin strong with rap nigga and guess what?The nigga next up, he can't make a song for shitP! Mad smart, no Cornel West shitBut I can make death ring your doorbell next kidI told y'all I'm with the family chillDon't sleep a phone call'll get your family killed[Hook: Torae]Gotta be Sean, gotta be who bodied the songCause Brownsville ill, gotta be onRuckus you wrong, gotta be - the fuck is you on?Popping pills, chopping krills - what the fuck is you doin?Gotta be the best rapper to spit it, clap in a minuteGotta let these niggas know who still actually live it (P)[Sean Price]It gotta be P snappinThe fifth to your face, shake, I gotta be relapsinSpit in your face, maybe gotta be P laughinGift from the eight? Great, it gotta be P clappinI can't stand around you bitch niggazInf' beam make your team steam like a fish dinner.... But the new shit burgindywith new kicks straight from Munich, GermanyMy net worth be makin your neck jerkExpert whenever, whenever the sket burstBang bang, the most fabulous flowYo, your whole shit dead, toe tag on the floorVillainous speech, rappers play pretend with the beatsHit with the knife, goodnight, then I send 'em to sleep(Good night nigga!) Nigga, General PAnd the +KITT+ is like the confederate General Lee, P![Chorus]
