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?