–Verse 1: Sean Price–
Stupid nigga Sean, super nigga, uh
Pop, pop, pop, I’m shootin’ at your moms
I ain’t writin’ ahead
I aim right for your head
Nigga, murder, death, kill
Sex, money, mayhem
Mournin’ murder with a weapon, step into the A.M
Believe in me, pah, the same way you believe in your god
Whether it’s Allah, Jesus or Master Fard
I mash up the bars, plastered ratchets splatter your car
Vehicular homicide, fuck’s the matter with y’all?
I will pop your noodle
If I don’t do it then Rock will shoot you
One smack in your lung bag
Backpack rapper strapped with crack in my bookbag
I’m a nigga, that’s what niggas do now
Wouldn’t you like to be a nigga, just like who? P
–Interlude–
Stand up if you’re a nigga
–Verse 2: MF DOOM–
Pa’l carajo, cantaso
Vil, you know the drill, mad drool then gaga, ho
Shoot the loogie, they super boujee
Gobsmack dab right cheekbone, gooey, groovy
Absolutely yucky and out your league, buddy
Before you take a stab at it, think deep and study
Or get your crown spun around like Blackhawk Down
Surrounded by the neighbors who can hate you ’til the ground in town
Then freak show, never no beef though
Deepthroat their coquito back and forth then, free throw
Failed intention, prepare the trench and henchmen
They all eat quite well, vacations, pensions
Gotten hoarse from yellin’, “Fore!” on the golf course
Scream boat, then sped off in a drop Porsche
DOOM on your hot sauce, take you out to deep water
Group hug, who know the next time you’ll see your daughter
Real slaughter
–Outro–
Stand up if you’re a nigga
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