Sean Price - The Hardest Nigga Out lyrics

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[Sean Price]P! Ha ha haUhh... yeah, P beat up the beat bastardbeats from my heat and sleep deep in your green pastureMean rapper - fuck is you lookin at?!Fuck a autograph nigga, Ruck is a crooked catUhh, look at that - who you think them pants from?Uhh, look at that - who you get that dance from?Psh, I don't dance for niggazI take trips for the shit and advance on niggazThis is anti-bitch boy, whack niggaz fall backThis is the verse that niggaz could never call whackThe illest nigga in Nebraska, I'm Method ManClown nigga, yellow leather, weapon fam... and I smoke a lot tooCome from black church with polka dots troopHa ha - y'all get it laterP Body the great but it get greaterFuck with me!Yo, listenUhh, slap when the sket blowBum-ass nigga, no snaps on the petrolI'm a Mastercard pa you just a MetroStraight train fare, I'm not believin your chain hereCoke blow, nose blow nigga to reindeerOn my grind, sometimes I be rockin... I be rockin...Steady your home, big sket weapon is chromeNo slot, +6 Minutes+ Doug E. Fresh on the phoneListen, death be quick, gat be nimbleYou strapped but you whack as you sat wit'cha back to the windowI'm child gun fat rap gat to your templeStay in your lane lame plain and simple (yes)I dedicate this to the eighty-fiversWholeheartedly hand stage divin Mercedes drivesWhoo, I will pop you blackThe big hand you science you writin is that Yacub rapSee you in hell!