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Correct Solidify Lyrics
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Hey yo, glass of Hen, Hydro, make my eyes low Why those niggas like grilling son, I don't know On the av(enue) impressin them silly whores Rockin mad jewels and ice, but yo is it realy yours? Fakin ass nigga, hatin ass nigga Sayin peace god even thankin ass nigga I ain't scared I said it on Jamaican ass niggas Bust dred in the head and escape fast with yah figures Flows tight like your daughters' twat, yo you oughta stop Bullshit you sayin, but fuck you call the cops Mo thug keep a bitch in this shit I'm lifitn the fifth and leave you dead on pickin the cris Air out hit nine-five-north we switch lanes On my way to Buffalo we sell crack to Rick James Dedicate this to niggas who say fuck Sean and Djs who don't play rock a ruck songs might Walk up in yah station and rip up your playlist Play this before I run up and and gun up and spray shit You on some gay shit like Lamar Latrell And whenever I sing shit it be hard as hell Chorus: Yo wherever you at throw yo hands in the air My dog Sean P he gon eat this year I can feel ya'll, it's all about the dollar bill ya'll Move too fast my dog might have to kill ya'll Hey yo b-tape pad and pen, rap shit Arm and hammer cocaine, crack shit 44 Calico Desert Eagle gat shit 4 chicken wings pork fried rice, cat shit Fake niggas and bitch thugs ruckus will smack shit Timbaland boxes and bank accounts where I stack shit Kelly Price, Big Pun, 8-Ball, fat shit Niggas who can't fuck with Ruck on that wack shit My dick, my girl, ky Jelly, s** shit Gs, ls, lx, that's that Lex shit Statewide to oversea tours, nigga reck shit Calisthetics and Tae Bo, on some flex shit Mike Piazza, John Franco, on some Mets shit Pinch you welfare and social secutiry check shit Spit on your moms pull out her weave disrespect shit You gettin soo close, get off that next shit Chorus: Yo wherever you at throw yo hands in the air My dog Sean P he gon eat this year I can feel ya'll, it's all about the dollar bill ya'll Move too fast my dog might have to kill ya'll Hey yo I'm Sean Price, no relation to Vincent Used to be the man, up untill some dam recent Bullshit went down, Sean had to get down he clowns with the tre pound Skip towns in the Greyhound Big weight how, bitin all means just as neccessary You temporary rock ruck remain legendary Never worry, ice and cream just like Ben & Jerry Then if any nigga disrespect meet the cemetery Secondary niggas try, to attack Sean But I strap with the bomb my gat in the Qur'an so Never think a nigga ain't prepared for what the feeble do Beat you to a pulp insult ya folks and your people too Traum medicine, always keep Sean better and I said it then It's lights out like Tom Edison You'll never win-your head hurt, here's Excedrin Gotta keep it locked for the props and Benjamins Got mad niggas at home, should reconsider and They carrer they feel fear like Senior citizen and You see the shit I'm in.. Chorus: Yo son, yo, yo wherever you at throw yo hands in the air My dog Sean P he gon eat this year I can feel ya'll, it's all about the dollar bill ya'll Move too fast my dog might have to kill ya'll
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