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Lil Wayne – Loyalty (feat. Gudda Gudda & Hoodybaby)

We back by popular demand
Quit baller-blocking us
Lord Gudda, praise a nigga
MOB, I’m brazy nigga
Hard at work, I’m slaving nigga
Yeah, surfs up, I’m wavy nigga
Percocet and Adderall, man I could walk on water
I got a son, his name Jaylen and he want all your daughters
I’m a landmine, got this by a landslide, I’m racing nigga
Cruise control, I’m pacing nigga
Turn around, I’m waving nigga
Gudda
[Verse 2 – HoodyBaby]
There’s a Glock clocked by my pants line
Young dread head throwing gang signs (what else?)
I got bands like it’s band time
Posted up at granny house, trappin’ off the landline
What’s all that hootin’ and hollerin’? I’m who bring the dollars in
Drop the top, it was botherin’
Now go let your mother in
The cocaine from Colombia, the chopper is sovereign
Got a house full of bricks, you can call it remodelin’
Bitch, grow up, it’s only head if you swallowin’
Baby get to geekin’, get to geekin’ and gobblin’
Your friends think I’m bad, they must be looking for trouble then
It’s a foam party, I be bustin’ they bubbles then
Then I hop in the whip, make a play on some bricks
My homies say pull up, we just came up on a lick
I’m in the ends with the sticks, it’s the revenge of the Crips
Hoe you know it’s OHB, I brought the gang in this bitch
[Verse 3 – Lil Wayne]
Hoe you know it’s L.A.T, we almost famous lil’ bitch
On our toes and on our feet like Usher Raymond, lil’ bitch
And you know Lil Wayne is the shit, and you straining and shit
Fat head, long neck, she ’bout to strangle this dick
I got more bang bang in a stick than butane in a bic
I got my whole gang-gang in this bitch and you came with a bitch
I got more purple rain than Prince and more cocaine than Mitch
I got more shit than piss and make more money than cents
She got more hips than tits, she got more tricks than tips
She put my name on her tongue and then she licks her lips
LW, Lil Wayne to them, to her that’s length and width
Kill you for me, she will like Jada Pinkett Smith
It’s the return of the Blood, ’bout to turn up and thug
We wan’ know who got the chicken, show the colonel the gun
Man, my dirty-ass stripper take a bath in ones
Make her milk these fuckin’ niggas like some Cap’n Crunch
Motherfuckers try to test me, I ain’t cram for one
All these fuckin’ karats on me, bitch I’m Rabbit son
Happy birthday, I already got the gift of gab at one
Motherfuckers run they mouth until they cramp they tongue
Play pussy, get fucked, play ass, get stuck
Playtime is over, that ass is grass and now that grass get cut
Duct tape and we quackin’ up, then beat ’em with more bats
Than a vampires and Draculas, ashes to ashes to dust
Buried just for staring, yellow tape like canaries
We all bite and no talk, my sharks break in your aquarium
Out of the ordinary, so went to the art of hustling
When you see them thieves coming
Know that loyalty’s amongst them
L.A.T [Verse 1 – Gudda Gudda]
Okay I’m shining, beaming, glossing
Big Tymin’, stunting and flossing
Dangerous, approach with caution
If I sneeze, you in a coffin
Chasing paper, we do that often
Two bad bitches, thick like horses
Let ’em snort cocaine at a party
Leave ’em stiff like rigor mortis
Don’t try to race, this car got horses
The pint we drink, it costs a mortgage
Flow so dope man, you can’t copy
You can’t bite it, you can’t forge it
I got bars with more in storage
Watch me blossom, watch me flourish
If you try to touch my porridge
You will feel my chucks like Norris
All my bitches think I’m gorgeous
Get a massage while I’m recording
Single like a dollar bill
I am a free man, call me Morgan
Come and slob on my knob like corn on the cob
Check in with me, and go and do your job
Now lay in the bed and then give me head
I don’t have to ask, I don’t have to beg
Yeah, I’m bumping Three 6 Mafia in the Phantom of the Opera
Choppers from Yugoslavia, bake niggas like tilapia
L.A.T, Young Money mafia
Try, but it ain’t no stopping us
Why?

Jay-Z – Adnis

[Verse 1]
You order a drink, it goes down smooth
Before you can blink, it turns into two
It was just gonna be another night with the boys
Shooting some pool, pickin’ a stool and making some noise
Then she walks in and I never dance
Turns into tippin’ the band, and taking her hand… ah man
[Chorus]
It happens like that
Outta the blue sky, lost in her blue eyes
Yeah, when it happens like that
Nothing to lose turns right into you
Doing all you can do just to keep her around
Till the moon goes down and you’re back at your house
One thing leads to another, you’re loving each other
One look and you never look back
It happens like that
It happens like that
[Verse 2]
I guess that’s what you get
It’s true what they say
As soon as you stop looking, it’s right in front of your face
Cause there you were and there I was and here we are, I tell you what

[Chorus]
True love, it happens like that
Outta the blue sky, lost in her blue eyes
Yeah, when it happens like that
Nothing to lose turns right into you
Doing all you can do just to keep her around
Till the moon goes down and you’re back at your house
One thing leads to another, you’re loving each other
One look and you never look back
It happens like that, yeah
[Guitar]
[Bridge]
Ever wonder how
Just one drink
Turns into one knee down with a diamond ring
[Chorus]
It happens like that
Outta the blue sky, lost in her blue eyes
Yeah, when it happens like that
Nothing to lose turns right into you
Doing all you can do just to keep her around
Till the moon goes down and you’re back at your house
One thing leads to another, you’re loving each other
One look and you never look back
It happens like that

[Outro]
You order a drink, it goes down smooth
Before you can blink, it turns into two

American Head Charge – When I Failed Lyrics

AMERICAN HEAD CHARGEWhen I Failed Lyrics
Decide everything for me
Subject yourself to it
Make believe it’s only your fault
Stifle my own
Ambition
It’s been so long since I failed
Nothing alienates this
Anything reminds me
Relieving it only helps
Suffer to make your own gains
It’s been so long since I failed
And now my senses fail me
And still my training fails me
And now everything fails me
And still everyone fails me
And still the only thing I have fails me

Bree Sharp – David Duchovny Lyrics

Why won’t you love me? Why won’t you love me? Why won’t you love me? BREE SHARPDavid Duchovny Lyrics
It’s Sunday night, I am curled up in my room
The TV light fills my heart like a balloon
I hold it in as best I can, I know I’m just another fan
But I can’t help feeling, I could love this secret agent man
And I can’t wait any more for him to discover me
I got it bad for David Duchovny
David Duchovny, why won’t you love me? Why won’t you love me? Yeah Why won’t you love me? This man is so smart
He’s abducted my heart and I’m falling apart
From the looks I receive, from those eyes I can’t leave
And you may say I’m naive, but he told me to believe
Ooh, my bags are packed
I am ready for my flight
Want to put an end to
My daydream days and sleepless nights
Sitting like a mindless clone
I’m wishing he would tap my phone
And just to hear the breath
Of the man, the myth, the monotone
And I would say, ?David Duchovny, why won’t you love me? Why won’t you love me? Why won’t you love me? Why won’t you love me? David Duchovny, I want you to love me
To kiss and to hug me, to debrief and to debug me
David Duchovny I know you could love me
I’m sweet and I’m cuddly, I’m gonna kill Scully! David Duchovny, why won’t you love me? My friends all tell me
“Girl, you know it’s just a show”
Deep within his eyes
I see me wrapped up like a bow
Watching the sky for a sign
The FBI is on my mind
I’m waiting for the day
When my lucky stars align
In the form of David Duchovny floating above me
In the alien light of the spaceship of love, I need
David Duchovny hovering above me
American Heath cliff, brooding and comely
David Duchovny, why won’t you love me? And David Duchovny, why won’t you love me? Why won’t you love me??

Midnight Beast – Tik Tok Lyrics

Now let’s copy poker face like
Woow wa oh oh, Woow wa oh oh…
(Hahahahaha) MIDNIGHT BEASTTik Tok Lyrics
Wake up in the morning feeling like Winehouse
Grab my breezer, I’m out the door
I’m gonna be really loud
Cuz I don’t care who I piss off, yeah
I’m a real big sinner
Sometimes I eat my dessert
Before my dinner
Talking odd socks on my toes, toes
Taking off all my clothes, clothes
Feeling overexposed,
So I put back all of my clothes, put them back on
Flush before I wee, wee
Get arrested daily, ly
Trying to get a peek of some titties…
I’m mad, really bad
But don’t tell my mum & dad
Pucker up kiss my butt
Cuz I’m bloody f**king nuts
Hear the bass, skinny waist
Now let’s copy poker face like
Woow wa oh oh, Woow wa oh oh
I’m mad, really bad
But don’t tell my mum & dad
Pucker up kiss a nut
Cuz it sells to be a slut
Hear the bass, skinny waist
Now let’s copy poker face like
Woow wa oh oh, Woow wa oh oh
I stay out till 11 when my curfew is 10
GoodNight sweetie, sleep well-
SHUT UP MUM I’m ON MSN! BAD ROMANCE! [[crying]]
I’m sorry
I’m mad, really bad
But don’t tell my mum & dad
Pucker up kiss my butt
Cuz I’m bloody f**king nuts
Hear the bass, skinny waist
Now let’s copy poker face like
Woow wa oh oh, Woow wa oh oh
I’m mad, really bad
But don’t tell my mum & dad
Pucker up kiss a nut
Cuz it sells to be a slut
Hear the bass, skinny waist
Now let’s copy poker face like
Woow wa oh oh, Woow wa oh oh
JUST DANCE! Now the girls are lining up
Because were pussy sailin
But we punch em in the mouth
If they’re not Sarah Palin
Talkin bout doin things well regret, gret
Menthal cigarette, rette
Butt plugs in his pet
WoW! WoWww…
Text sex on my Samsung,
Not telling dad mum rung, rung
Have sex with Alexa Chung
By telling her I’m well hung
(I’m, I’m, I’m quite well hung, really)
I’m mad, really bad
But don’t tell my mum & dad
Pucker up kiss my butt
Cuz I’m bloody f**king nuts
Hear the bass, skinny waist
Now let’s copy poker face like
Woow wa oh oh, Woow wa oh oh
I’m mad, really bad
But don’t tell my mum & dad
Pucker up kiss a nut
Cuz it sells to be a slut
Hear the bass, skinny waist
Now let’s copy poker face like
Woow wa oh oh, Woow wa oh oh
This is the part where the rap breaks down
This is the part where the drums go POW
This is the part where your balls sag down
This is the part where your pants go brown
This is the part when your dad goes off on a cold
Christmas Eve to get some more milk, but he never comes
Back and 17 years later you find out he’s with a whole
f**king family of some Spanish bitch and he doesn’t even
Know your f**king name anymore-
SHUT THE f**k UP! WoW!

Patrice – Kingfish Lyrics

PATRICEKingfish Lyrics
yeah, oh oh
yeah yeaaaah
ah no, ah no
rollin’ down the street in my Kingfish
Kentaky on my wuff, oh yes i am in this
rollin’ down the street in my Kingfish
Bob Marley in my wuff, oh yes i’m in this
ohh
no message
i got no message
no message
oh no messages
no message
i got no message
no message
not have no messages
say notten
i am saying notten
say notten ey
I’m saying notten ey
rollin’ down the street in my Kingfish
Kentaky on my wuff, oh yes i am in this
rollin’ down the street in my Kingfish
Bob Marley in my wuff, oh yes i’m in this
Everybody wants to be entertained
tell me how is going the adsound the saint
keeping hope alive, yeye yes we can’t
when i kill a man, he will feel not pained
(…)
rollin’ down the street in my Kingfish
Kentaky on my wuff, oh yes i am in this
rollin’ down the street in my Kingfish
Bob Marley in my wuff, oh yes i’m in this
my wuff was
my wuff was
my wuff was
my wuff was

Cracker – Sunday Train Lyrics

So if your heart is weary
and soul is like mine. So rest you’ll weary legs,
they carried you all this way. Place my faith in
southern line. But where you
need to be she’ll agree. You can place your faith
in your brother,
but he may fail you. Stretched from sea
to shinning sea. Climb aboard that Sunday train
when she comes. So trains climb
up every mountain
but never have they
or set me free. CRACKERSunday Train Lyrics
(intro:Am) Am-C-F-C
F-C-Am-C-F-C
You can place your faith
in God my friend,
but no one knows his plan. She once was a proud one. So I am waiting for
that Sunday Train. She may not take you everywhere
you want to go. And climb aboard that Sunday train
when she comes. When god banished Lilith
from the garden,
he gave us Eve
he gave us steam. She may not be on time
but she will come.

Price Family

–Verse 2: Bernadette Price–
Get off my man dick
Understand that man spit shit that you can’t bitch
Boot Camp champion don
Can’t get along
With every rapper that’s out, wack for shouting on song
Shut the fuck up
Big bars beloved
[?] all up in the cupboard
Rolling calamity, hard puncher
All In the Family, Arch Bunker
–Outro–
All the way that Sean Price played
Songs that made the hit parade
Guys like us we had it made
Those were the days Father, Husband, you know what I mean? I leave that rap shit outside
–Verse 1: Sean Price–
Yo
I be the barbarian, step to P
I will wet up blocks and shots of sket to squeeze
Punk bastard
Style is wild ’cause outclasses
Brownsville [?] busting off wild ratchets
Insane brain luminosity
Game change entertain slang atrocity
P, probably the best
Ungodly, the god will beat your body ’til it stretch
Foe or friend
Fo-fo fold fuckers, suckers go with him
P, big master slay heater
Big ratchets clap, inactive gang leader
P step to a lady
Slap earnings off off, Decept in the ’80s
Not concerned a bit
Not conserved, a vet
You had your chance to move
Do the Bernadette
P! Lyrics to ‘Price Family’ by Sean Price:

–Intro: Sean Price–
I’m a rapper to everybody else but in here
I’m just dad
You know?

Rap Professor

Word to God I’ma snatch crown
Put it back on my head, I’m taking it back now
P! Sean Price on some new and improved shit
Life is a chess game I’m strategic with movements
Your move bitch
P! Lyrics to ‘Rap Professor’ by Sean Price:

–Sample–
And thus it shall be Imperious Rex
–Verse 1: Sean Price–
Yo, rap professor
Acknowledge the scholarship
No scholar shit
Wordplay wizard, giving P on the llama spit
Follow this, those who don’t, fuck it they face abolishment
Sucker slurps niggas is psychologically swallow dick
Shit, this ain’t the same Sean from the last album
Don’t smoke weed or smoke the seed when I blast barrels
Clap Harold in the ride with cane
Nigga’s get burnt lyrically I’m supplying the flame
Providing the game
So pure I don’t cut on it
Track ain’t crack unless Ruck on it
Like who the fuck want it, uh
Cricket noise in the background
Nigga’s quite, can’t do a thing when I smash down
Claiming you king? –Sample–
Imperious Rex Checkmate
Yeah
–Verse 2: Sean Price–
Listen, I’m the magnificent the mathematical magical misfit
Technique is tactical, clap at you and your bitches
My rap terrific, my rapping is explicit
I’m active, accurate when slapping up you bitches
Fact filled rap that’s wack when you kick it
Gats you catch forever in my district
Think you wack, I think I’m nice
Fuck up your view like Frank at the fight
Fuck around and get shanked by a knife, shot by a shotty
Spanked in a fight, the life of the party
Late night when I’m out with some fun yo
I’m out with my spouse at the house of Mofongo
Dominican place, diminish the plate
Smoke a bowl then fart the decision escape
I make nice rap shit
Great life, straight fight, ape-like tactics
P!

Resident Evil

Listen
–Verse 1–
The godfather
Big black brother with burners and large armor
Big bottle of brown, call it the car starter
Rape an atheist ’til the bitch say, “our father”
Hail Mary
Brenda Had a Baby
Threw the baby out the window, now Brenda is going crazy
Ignorant fool
Hang with some ignorant dudes
That will do whatever I say long as I give them some food
Never, tell you what to bitch? (The goon)
(Motherfucking goon)
(P!)
–Chorus–
It go one gun, two gun, three gun, four
So many weapons, the Ruck is the gun tour
Son saw shit that make you wanna get down
Get up on your good foot, par James Brown
It go one gun, two gun, three gun, four
So many weapons, the Ruck is the gun tour
Son saw shit that make you wanna get down
Get up on your good foot, par James Brown Then look at my eye’s that’ll tell you what to do bitch
Gangsters move in silence
I’m not a gangster, yet I remind quiet
Pocket forecast broke
Commissary gone already, call Kraft soap
Two heaters, two seaters, the black Lac
I used to use Cheez-It’s to battle the jack mac
–Chorus–
It go one gun, two gun, three gun, four
So many weapons, the Ruck is the gun tour
Son saw shit that make you wanna get down
Get up on your good foot, par James Brown
It go one gun, two gun, three gun, four
So many weapons, the Ruck is the gun tour
Son saw shit that make you wanna get down
Get up on your good foot, par James Brown
–Verse 2–
Stop a bastard
Thematic
Solve problem when shit get problematic
I’m not your man maggot
I’m not your friend faggot
Pop your friend drastic
Box your chin classic
Hardcore rapper
I am what I am fam and y’all got actors
I hope you win an Emmy
Your bitch like the Jungle Brothers she hope to win a Jimmy
The scope is on the semi black, gat is the heater
Assassinate another black national leader
“Free at last, free at last”
That nigga P got cash and he not ass
Abe Lincoln
Emancipate 8 in your face and the place stinkin’
What I present to the people
A fucked up household, Resident Evil
P! Lyrics to ‘Resident Evil’ by Sean Price:

–Intro–
Uh, Magilla
Magilla
Uh, uh, Magilla
Magilla
Uh, uh Magilla
Magilla
P!

Refrigerator P!

I’m not trying to reinvent the wheel
This is what I do
You wanna hear that kinda shit? You best to fuck with me, ’cause I’m the best there is at what I do Lyrics to ‘Refrigerator P!’ by Sean Price:

–Verse 1–
It go, nice rap and Mic Tyson fans, no
Tight fashion, might jack sedans
Dancing machine
Adamantium rapping regime
The shit you holding is dead colon cancer the cream
The slugs move everything around me, S.M.E.A.M
Huh? What the fuck that mean? Kick over the kids stroller nigga Ruck that mean
Mean Gene Okerlund spoken the word of Kareem
So sacrilegious with the word rhyme gestures
Sold crack to bitches in their third trimester
You know how it go
You know my flow dope ala Héctor Lavoe
Never catch P on the girl song
I smack shit out your “We Are the World” song
Get a hater scary
My defense intense Refrigerator Perry
–Verse 2–
Yo
Shot somebody fam, clapped the nine
Lock my body, can’t trap my mind
Raps divine father, father divine I
Conversate with the congregation that’s relating with mine
You new to the one, two
Can’t escape your fate
Great who can I run to? I’m a hardcore hip-hop artist
I am, what I am
And that’s what you get when you listen to Sean Price
That, you know what I mean? True, words of nerds don’t hurt me
Half man half machine, the team’s Murphy
On and on ’til the break of dawn
Making Shawn mad she like, “Dad fuck making songs”
Nigga the gun out
Gun pop and one cops say, “nigga done gummed out”
Get a hater scary
My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry
–Outro–
Lock my body, can’t trap my mind
Lock my body, can’t trap my mind
My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry
P!

Not97 Skit

Before I
Hold up, hold on
You know what I’m saying? Matter of fact hold me..let me get my record right
Before I, you know what I mean? I’m hip to what’s going on fam
I ain’t no old nigga that don’t be knowing what’s going on fam
You know what I mean? You sold the Sean Price hoodies and then you wanna copy my shit
Come on fam, y’all niggas is trash
Your website is trash
Your Paypal account is trash fam
I seen you when you hit me with a text
You was like, “Yo this is DRU”
First of all you called me like eight times private
I already knew that was you fam
And then you text me, “This is DRU”
D-R-U, with big letters
Come on first of all, I ain’t.. Lyrics to ‘Not97 Skit’ by Sean Price:

–Sean Price impersonating Funkmaster Flex–
It’s your boy, you already know what time it is
Yo, I’ma keep it 100 tonight
Man matter of fact I’ma keep it 1000, I like that number
You know what I’m saying? Come on man I’m not like that I already know what that mean
If you throw submittals at me I will destroy you fam
Not97
P! Duckdown.com, Dru Ha and y’all niggas
Your website is trash fam
Nobody wanna buy Sean Price hats fam
You feel me? Why you had to, why you had to text me with big letters? I’ma keep it so real with y’all tonight
I’ma keep it 1000 fam, I love that number
I’m telling you man, Dru Ha, Buckshot
Your website is trash
Nobody wanna buy Sean Price hoodies
You know what I’m sayin’?

The 3 Lyrical Ps

I’m beyond it
Black Mafia, Infamous, on that Mobb shit
Baby, you are now rocking with the best, we good regardless
–Verse 3: Styles P–
I hear you talking but it don’t mean shit
‘Cause niggas will pop on you like SEAL Team Six
Cheers to the killers in limousines
Those from Thailand with a ship through the Philippines
Soak the kerosene and thrown in the guillotine
Burnt with your head cut off, you don’t dream
You’re gelatin, my skeleton is like Wolverine’s
Your family come for revenge, blow ’em to smithereens
I’m like Morpheus on opiates
Matrix, facelift with the can opener
Gatling on the stand whenever the van open up
Doors slide, [?] hit your face like it’s rawhide
Bullets hit your teeth like it’s fluoride
I’ma bring you through hell, I’ll be the tour guide
So what you want the hawk or the .45? (La musica de Harry Fraud)
I could tell by your beard you don’t love Allah
You got the Bryant Gumbel face
–Verse 1: Sean Price–
It go, waste removal, we dispose brothers
Embarrassing the family, Keyshia Cole mother
Man down, stand down, blam rounds
Have bitch niggas thinking that me and my camp clowns
Listen, Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey
I’m strangling brothers, I’m harming them daily
I shoot a fair one with a midget
Duke, I shoot an airgun at a pigeon
Shut the fuck up
Y’all niggas is bantamweights
Fucking with the white with the Tony Montana face
Andre Iguodala
I smack shit out of you, make your padre give me dollars
I’m not just a rapper I’m a pain of my trade
Abstract art, just throw a grenade to your brains
Word to me and mine
Every word from P divine
I smack shit out of niggas dressing like Key of Shinee
–Verse 2: Prodigy–
Yeah
The rap great, the beat crazy
On the daily, serve bullets across your temple get grazed it
Blood pouring out that vein, that’s not wavy
All I do in this world is get the money mainly
All I want in this world, my pretty [?]
Four pound in her Chanel clutch, yeah that’s sweet
For the life, I’ll put your brain next to your feet
Break all your toy soldiers and make it complete
Then take a couple double shots with the team
And party like it’s 2020 on the beach
Life is what you make it so I made it iconic
I fuck her so good, yeah my dick is bionic
I’m dope like chronic, I’m nasty like vomit
I spit up a verse, on your level? Lyrics to ‘The 3 Lyrical Ps’ by Sean Price:

–Intro: Sean Price–
Yeah, P! Don’t you ask me ’bout no rappers they can all die

Negus

Lyrics to ‘Negus’ by Sean Price:

–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? 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 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?

Definition of God

My knuckles drag when the God walk
I ain’t old school, I ain’t new school
I’m a dropout with the tool that pop out
I’m the shit up in my hood
I had three wishes; I wish that a nigga would
Step to the God, when God step I step on ya squad
Imperius Rex the best, definition: The God
I swing things hurtin’
God body AKA the King James version
Playing my shit the same time hating my shit
Don’t play at me bitch, I make your bitch play with my dick
–Hook: Sean Price Cuts–
I’m, the King X Rock; there is none higher
Th’fuck rhyme better than me? Touch you bad when you hit with the hard hawk
P! We’re not friends…
WE’RE NOT FRIENDS
Be clear on that….clearly we’re not…
The Stephen A Smith voice:
Clearly we’re not friends….clearly
You being my friend is asinine, ass-a-ten, ass-eleven Nigga, I’m nothin to play with
God body, AKA the King James version
–Verse 2: Sean Price–
I used to dispurse raw
Behind my mom’s back and she lived on the first floor
Heard yours, I hurt your feelings
Feelings get hurt, gun burst and earth your ceiling, P! P, P, P! P, P, P! Lyrics to ‘Definition of God’ by Sean Price:

–Intro: Sean Price–
Yeah
Uh
Yaooo
–Verse 1: Sean Price-
Sean Price, King Kong in the place
Big gun, watch the bullet bing bong in ya face
Murdered the bastard, he murders the surgery plastic
Face reconstruction when the 8 heating something, uh! Nigga, I’m nothin to play with
God body, AKA the King James version
THE CROWN IS MINE
–Outro: Sean Price–
I’m not your friend dukes
Don’t talk to me like that
Word…the friend thing? Nigga, I’m nothin to play with
Kneel down, kiss the ring
Listen
I’m, the King X Rock; there is none higher
Th’fuck rhyme better than me? Appetite for destruction
Savage life might strike a dyke if you fronting
Write something
Never polite, ignite the mic slice something
Loot for a curl, rappin’ at you; you cute for a girl
I ‘url on you duke, now you be the Duke of the Earl
Listen, don’t make dollars that don’t make sense
I do make dollars, dumb bars don’t make cents, uh! The education of Sean Price
Dedication, the medication and long nights
Smokin’ the pancake
Work on consignment, lot of dope for a handshake
–Hook: Sean Price-less Cuts–
I’m, the King X Rock; there is none higher
Th’fuck rhyme better than me? P, P, P! P, P, P! Nigga, I’m nothin to play with
Kneel down, kiss the ring
Listen
I’m, the King X Rock; there is none higher
The fuck rhyme better than me?

Ape in His Apex

Maybe the best act
Nevermind that, shit don’t matter
Bet I rhyme clever lines, shit don’t matter
Every line except for mine, shit [?]
Forever I’m millimeter nine gorilla ether divine
Shit to share, shoot the fair, shot a gun
Shoot the shit ’til your shit shot, shoulda shot a fair one (Damn)
The nicest
Sean price is
An ape in his apex
–Chorus: Ruste Juxx–
Ape food
Bamboo shoots and fresh fruits
Termite larvae
Listen what the god say
Sing a sad song like Sade
(I’ma eat your food like this fucker an entree, P!)
–Verse 2: Ruste Juxx–
Ruste Juxx is an ape in his apex
Raw like my dick busting out of the latex
Spray tec’s out the grey Lex
Wet up your [?] wrecks
You exchange gay sex for paychecks
Sean Price shoot your guts in the gravel
Slugs got passports, bullets will travel
International live from Kingston Avenue
Stash roaches, rolled the blunt from the revenue
Sword stabbing you
Samurai, sensei
My hearts muy frio, the flow’s caliente
Your shit wackator
I might crack your jaw
Used to sell coke, pure white, called it Macklemore
Holes I rip in ’em
Deadly when I spit venom
Stomped the mud hole one pair of kicks in ’em
For hard bars this verse will get the most write ups
Son I’m nice, Sean Price is the ghostwriter
–Chorus: Ruste Juxx–
Ape food
Bamboo shoots and fresh fruits
Termite larvae
Listen what the god say
Sing a sad song like Sade
(I’ma eat your food like this fucker an entree, P!) All my niggas got a F on they jacket
Pistol pop pellets pierce through you and who’s on your fabrics
Goose feathers went everywhere, some of them shits bloody
New leather, the sweater you never can wear, judge me
Profiling, posted on the ave P in Polo
So silent, smoking on a bag of diesel dolo
Effervescent, refreshing, the best at
Sean shit good hood? Lyrics to ‘Ape in His Apex’ by Sean Price:

–Verse 1: Sean Price–
P!

Dead or Alive

Don’t you ask me ’bout no rappers they can all die I’m beyond it
Black Mafia, Infamous, on that Mobb shit
Baby, you are now rocking with the best, we good regardless
–Verse 3: Styles P–
I hear you talking but it don’t mean shit
‘Cause niggas will pop on you like SEAL Team Six
Cheers to the killers in limousines
Those from Thailand with a ship through the Philippines
Soak the kerosene and thrown in the guillotine
Burnt with your head cut off, you don’t dream
You’re gelatin, my skeleton is like Wolverine’s
Your family come for revenge, blow ’em to smithereens
I’m like Morpheus on opiates
Matrix, facelift with the can opener
Gatling on the stand whenever the van open up
Doors slide, [?] hit your face like it’s rawhide
Bullets hit your teeth like it’s fluoride
I’ma bring you through hell, I’ll be the tour guide
So what you want the hawk or the .45? Lyrics to ‘Dead or Alive’ by Sean Price:

–Intro: Sean Price–
Yeah, P! (La musica de Harry Fraud)
I could tell by your beard you don’t love Allah
You got the Bryant Gumbel face
–Verse 1: Sean Price–
It go, waste removal, we dispose brothers
Embarrassing the family, Keyshia Cole mother
Man down, stand down, blam rounds
Have bitch niggas thinking that me and my camp clowns
Listen, Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey
I’m strangling brothers, I’m harming them daily
I shoot a fair one with a midget
Duke, I shoot an airgun at a pigeon
Shut the fuck up
Y’all niggas is bantamweights
Fucking with the white with the Tony Montana face
Andre Iguodala
I smack shit out of you, make your padre give me dollars
I’m not just a rapper I’m a pain of my trade
Abstract art, just throw a grenade to your brains
Word to me and mine
Every word from P divine
I smack shit out of niggas dressing like Key of Shinee
–Verse 2: Prodigy–
Yeah
The rap great, the beat crazy
On the daily, serve bullets across your temple get grazed it
Blood pouring out that vein, that’s not wavy
All I do in this world is get the money mainly
All I want in this world, my pretty [?]
Four pound in her Chanel clutch, yeah that’s sweet
For the life, I’ll put your brain next to your feet
Break all your toy soldiers and make it complete
Then take a couple double shots with the team
And party like it’s 2020 on the beach
Life is what you make it so I made it iconic
I fuck her so good, yeah my dick is bionic
I’m dope like chronic, I’m nasty like vomit
I spit up a verse, on your level?

Ace Hood – To Whom It May Concern

No, I ain’t the same person that was introduced
Thank the Lord ’cause I don’t look like what I been through [Intro]
Thank you for being here with me today
Appreciate you for coming
Trust The Process
[Chorus]
If I give you all of me, would I get all of you? If I told you I’m anointed, could you see the proof? Fo’ Fifth, I tat that on my skin
You just be my angel till we meet again
I can hear you nod like "just keep going in"
I’m feeling the ether, I’m feeling Aretha
I keep it realer than people ain’t no lies comin’ out of the speakers
I gotta watch for the leechers, false prophets and the evil preachers
Come with normal features, I’m that different kind of a creature
I’m a fucking soldier, all my trials done made me stronger
Passion, I can’t control it, hating, I can’t condone it
Something just gotta give, don’t listen, you gotta feel
Part of me had to die so one part of me gets to live
Walking out on the label I put aside all the fears
I’ma show all you niggas I do this shit here for real
On God

[Chorus]
If I give you all of me, would I get all of you? No, I ain’t the same person that was introduced
Thank the Lord ’cause I don’t look like what I been through
Here’s a letter to you
[Verse 1]
I’m back again
Jesus on that cross, I had to rise again
Time to get my blessings, time to get my blessings
I had to live my life, I had to learn my lessons
I had to keep that smile but deep inside I’m stressing
Just tryna keep my spirits from that deep depression
It’s time to tighten up
I put my pride down and pick that Bible up
Looking in the mirror tryna find myself
Queen, she know I love her till it life or death
Living on the edge plotting on the plans
Nothing without God, nothing without my fans
Sorry for my absence, hope y’all understand
No more We The Best but Khaled still my man
Critics want the beef but I’m not feeding them
My loyalty don’t stop if we don’t speak again
I could cry tears right now
Don’t know how I feel right now
All that meditation that I did, all that beasting in the gym
All this energy inside I got to give
Back and I’m better than y’all, ready whenever the call
They expecting me to fold, friends turn into ya’ foes
Kept focus on the goals, mind, body and the soul
New me, it’s a new day, that’s another story untold
God, nigga

[Interlude]
At some point, we gotta talk about it
[Chorus]
If I give you all of me, would I get all of you? Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside the booth
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside the booth
Would you switch your chains on me if you knew the truth? Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside the booth
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside the booth
Would you switch your chains on me if you knew the truth? Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside the booth
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside the booth
Would you switch your chains on me if you knew the truth? No, I ain’t the same person that was introduced
Thank the Lord ’cause I don’t look like what I been through
Here’s a letter to you
[Verse 2]
I’m back again
Feeling so immortal I must rise again
Put that on my mama, put that on my kids
R.I.P. If I told you I’m anointed, could you see the proof? If I told you I’m anointed, could you see the proof?

Dizzy Wright – Outrageous (feat. Big K.R.I.T.)

[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
Black child got black waves
Gotta teach ’em to be brave
Ball up your fist and raise
Let ’em know we can’t be phased
Now everybody wanna a cop head
‘Cause this unarmed kid got shot dead
Look, Pac said niggas need change
Now the younger generation all hot heads
And start this rage into black folks
My granny need water, I’m in jet mode
I feel like Bryson with a trapsoul
Until I accomplish all my rap goals
Daddy went to jail when I was ten days
Twenty years gone as an inmate
Momma struggling to got the rent paid
Now I’m in the streets tryna have a big day
I realized now what it feel like
I know some real niggas doing real life
White boy kidnapped for six months
I heard his lawyer hit him with a sick life
Doing more time for the same crime
I can’t even leave past eight lines
You can tell this outrageous
Jail time feel like [?]
Only keep ’em there for the paycheck
And they wonder why niggas got big guns
The government only want the income
The homie got killed with a day left
I feel like I could be next up
Life move fast, better catch up
Cops shouldn’t be above the law
We all human, leave it up to God, aye

[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
I wonder when it’s really gonna change, mane
I wonder when we getting out the game, shame

[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

Chase & Status – Love Me More (feat. Emeli Sande)

[Verse 1]
I’m tired of looking in the mirror and saying, "I told you so"
I’m sick of tears on my pillow, this shit is getting old
I draw a line today, no more, no more, no more, no more
I’m sick and tired of all the broken promises
I’m sick of thinking that it’s love but it turns out the opposite
[Pre-Chorus]
I draw a line today, no more, no more, no more, no more
[Chorus]
I made a vow today that I’m gonna love me
I’m gonna fly so high that nothing can touch me
And the best part is, I’m not sorry anymore
I made a vow today that I’m gonna trust me
I’m gonna take my time, nobody can rush me
And the best part is, I’m not sorry, I’m not sorry anymore
I’m gonna love me and then I’mma love me some more
[Verse 2]
Been on my knees, yeah, now I am over that
I’m on my way up now, there is no looking back
I draw a line right here, no more, no more, no more, no more
I’m sick and tired of all the broken promises
I’m sick of thinking it’s love but it turns out the opposite

[Pre-Chorus]
I draw a line today, no more, no more, no more, no more
[Chorus]
I made a vow today that I’m gonna love me
I’m gonna fly so high that nothing can touch me
And the best part is, I’m not sorry anymore
I made a vow today that I’m gonna trust me
I’m gonna take my time, nobody can rush me
And the best part is, I’m not sorry, I’m not sorry anymore
I’m gonna love me and then I’mma love me some more
[Bridge]
Love me, love me, love me a little bit more
Love me, love me, love me a little bit more
Love me, love me, love me a little bit more
[Pre-Chorus]
I draw a line today, no more, no more, no more, no more
[Chorus]
I made a vow today that I’m gonna love me
I’m gonna fly so high that nothing can touch me
And the best part is, I’m not sorry anymore
I made a vow today that I’m gonna trust me
I’m gonna take my time, nobody can rush me
And I’m proud to say, I’m not sorry, I’m not sorry anymore
I’m gonna love me and then I’m gonna love me some more

[Outro]
I made a vow today that I’m gonna love me
I’m gonna take my time nobody can rush me
And I’m proud to say, I’m not sorry anymore