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[Verse 1: Sean Price]

P!

Sean Price

Beef Lo-Mein with the grain, the long rice

Weed smoke, slang and you lames is so right

To make fun of you like fuck you in plain sight

Daytime used to plot schemes for the night prowl

Gauge cocked, cream shot three in the nightgown

Spray 19 at the pig who popped Mike Brown

Blaze might sting, you might scream nigga, pipe down

Shhh, quiet on the set

No dogs allowed, POW, fire on a pet

True talk nigga, watch the last become first like a New York Knickerbocker

Sean sparks like John Starks

Nah, Sean ball like John Wall

Don't catch a Washington Bullet

Finger on the trigger, nigga

Now watch me just pull it

P!

[Verse 2: Illa Ghee]

Grand Theft Auto animal, arch nemesis

Illa Ghee speaks latitudes and kill witnesses

Mr. Murder Avenue rap until you picture it

Piss poor writing with a pissed off penmanship

Original war, metaphors are cold syphilis

Grip a 4-4, figure four the floor pyramids

Rip you in the jaw, spit extension cord syllabus

Rape you with a saw, sex, intercourse, incubus

Illa!

I'm like murder in the mezzanine

Anti-hestamine, black apocalyptic listerine

It's on fire? Then Illa lit a match to it

The five niggas in the party you know act ruthless

At this point, I write don't know how to act music

Intelligent drama for those who wanna act stupid

I fucked up somewhere down the line

But I keep a tre pound, 4-5th and a nine

Illa!