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Heltah Skeltah Triumph (Free Style) Lyrics - Artist : Price, Sean
[Sean Price:]
Yo, I Sean atomically Beef and broccoli timbz on my feet Look proper 'cause I just copped 'em B Sean Price show, you gotta see The way I rhyme make a nigga wanna pop at me Get your gun 'cause Martin Luther King got killed on the balcony At the rally niggas tried to Malcolm me No I don't give a fuck about who place this is When you see the nigga point guard, Jason Kidd Yo, you fucked up now it's taking milly's To beat your case, straight Jason Williams Saturday Night Live, Saturday Night Fever Saturday Night Special, two shots from the heater Johnny Rambo living off juice and berries Fix my own gun wounds and I never get married Step on hot coals, chop cinderblocks Got your whole block scared now, call the cops Stomp round and pound footprints in your chest Who got it locked? Ruck and Rock duke we are the best [Rock:] As the world turns I'm heating this shit up Get it straight like your girl perm You dumb fuckers never learn 'Til that metal hit you, toast burn Play your position or be laying in the dirt with the worms I use my hands, I use my guns, I use a frying pan To lay your stupid ass flatter than a tire, damn The weed a jack you got jacked for every fucking dollar Right before my nigga shot you, right after you hollered What? If any nigga want it where the fuck he at? I'm MFG he better bring his motherfucking gat You niggas herbs you don't clap heat Your team fake green got me leaning Like the [?] in a VA With the bloodclot we Ruck and Ruck Get off our nuts bop You think twice you think shot Jab the bum will have you coughing up a fucking lung Your baby mothers tougher than you, y'alls a bunch of busters Niggas is buns Heltah Skeltah You heard that Heltah Skeltah We the D.I.R.T. nigga We Da Incredible Rap Team The unfuckwithable emcees If you don't believe me test we, we g's I'm trying to tell you Heltah Skeltah Still beat more ass than mom duke leather belt bruh |
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