Illa Ghee, Sean Price - Price to be Illa lyrics
[Illa Ghee, Sean Price - Price to be Illa lyrics]
I lay you down like a
Soldier on a foreign ground
Spit alien … lyrics got the foreign nouns
Keep the pound for the funny style pound
… lose ya mind fuck around
And get found clown
I’m in the lounge chilling
Wit like four women
I’m a gym empire putting fire
To your entire sound say something
The new millennium phil drummond
My mind in a Bed Stuy dungeon
My lines sitting high in
The blue hummer stuntin’
Amused by the lames function
This is nothing I abuse beats
I refuse to sleep
I … drugs in my rap style meet
Like it’s drugs in the street
Young gunner like chris and
Neef, the black Cesar
The first raw rap to be cut with banita
I did it so will fit through your speaker
Sell it by the liter
I thought i just spit a little ether
Ladies and gentlemen
Haters and bitter friends
You listenin’ to the hard core Brooklyn
Go hard when the war left
Hand gun lifting, straight menacing
Ladies and gentlemen
Haters and bitter friends
You listenin’ to the hard core Brooklyn
Going hard when the war left
Hand gun lifting, straight menacing
Yo, I don’t give a fuck about your name
Your crew or your block spot
Your track record, your rap record
Who the god shot
Fuck ya new kicks, fuck ya new whips
Fuck ya sheep skin
Fuck ya deuce flicks (bitch)
I ain’t with all this dress shit
Your bitch fat and knocked kneed
Lookin’ like Precious
She a rider… give me the sket one shot
Ya face look like Forest Whitaker neck
You want a verse just give me the check
Just let me go first - you got
The worse verse on the set
I don’t like rappers, I don’t like producers
I fuck with drug dealers and drug abusers
Ice cold nigga, rock hard looser
Sean Price - I am Buckshot´s shooter
Shut the fuck up
No afro, no electric socks, I´m Off The Wall
With the sket that pop, pop, motherfucker
Brooklyn
Ladies and gentlemen
Haters and bitter friends
You listenin’ to the hard core Brooklyn
Go hard when the war left
Hand gun lifting, straight menacing
Ladies and gentlemen
Haters and bitter friends
You listenin’ to the hard core Brooklyn
Going hard when the war left
Hand gun lifting, straight menacing
… see I win like Kobe or
Khalid been bout it… fly
On the million I never would need a stylist
Me, illa the kid but I never act childish
Reroute ya gangster, clowns is getting outted
I used to hug the block like an auntie
Keeping the hammer upon me
Wearing army fatigues
And my blow like a palm tree breeze
I breeze off in a drop "s" 2 plus
3 a blow trees like a hurricane
Keep 2 hoes like hue hef
Can’t hear, I’m Jermaine Dupri i’m so def
I’m a drug and the child of
The ghetto like g dep
I’m an animal, … lyrical wolf that eats flesh
Then I punch you in the face like a box do
Stepping over all obstacles
Inject rap with a rocket fuel
Use hole in a penny …illa ghee control
And my flow is a Bentley
Ladies and gentlemen
Haters and bitter friends
You listenin’ to the hard core Brooklyn
Go hard when the war left
Hand gun lifting, straight menacing
Ladies and gentlemen
Haters and bitter friends
You listenin’ to the hard core Brooklyn
Going hard when the war left
Hand gun lifting, straight menacing
Soldier on a foreign ground
Spit alien … lyrics got the foreign nouns
Keep the pound for the funny style pound
… lose ya mind fuck around
And get found clown
I’m in the lounge chilling
Wit like four women
I’m a gym empire putting fire
To your entire sound say something
The new millennium phil drummond
My mind in a Bed Stuy dungeon
My lines sitting high in
The blue hummer stuntin’
Amused by the lames function
This is nothing I abuse beats
I refuse to sleep
I … drugs in my rap style meet
Like it’s drugs in the street
Young gunner like chris and
Neef, the black Cesar
The first raw rap to be cut with banita
I did it so will fit through your speaker
Sell it by the liter
I thought i just spit a little ether
Ladies and gentlemen
Haters and bitter friends
You listenin’ to the hard core Brooklyn
Go hard when the war left
Hand gun lifting, straight menacing
Ladies and gentlemen
Haters and bitter friends
You listenin’ to the hard core Brooklyn
Going hard when the war left
Hand gun lifting, straight menacing
Yo, I don’t give a fuck about your name
Your crew or your block spot
Your track record, your rap record
Who the god shot
Fuck ya new kicks, fuck ya new whips
Fuck ya sheep skin
Fuck ya deuce flicks (bitch)
I ain’t with all this dress shit
Your bitch fat and knocked kneed
Lookin’ like Precious
She a rider… give me the sket one shot
Ya face look like Forest Whitaker neck
You want a verse just give me the check
Just let me go first - you got
The worse verse on the set
I don’t like rappers, I don’t like producers
I fuck with drug dealers and drug abusers
Ice cold nigga, rock hard looser
Sean Price - I am Buckshot´s shooter
Shut the fuck up
No afro, no electric socks, I´m Off The Wall
With the sket that pop, pop, motherfucker
Brooklyn
Ladies and gentlemen
Haters and bitter friends
You listenin’ to the hard core Brooklyn
Go hard when the war left
Hand gun lifting, straight menacing
Ladies and gentlemen
Haters and bitter friends
You listenin’ to the hard core Brooklyn
Going hard when the war left
Hand gun lifting, straight menacing
… see I win like Kobe or
Khalid been bout it… fly
On the million I never would need a stylist
Me, illa the kid but I never act childish
Reroute ya gangster, clowns is getting outted
I used to hug the block like an auntie
Keeping the hammer upon me
Wearing army fatigues
And my blow like a palm tree breeze
I breeze off in a drop "s" 2 plus
3 a blow trees like a hurricane
Keep 2 hoes like hue hef
Can’t hear, I’m Jermaine Dupri i’m so def
I’m a drug and the child of
The ghetto like g dep
I’m an animal, … lyrical wolf that eats flesh
Then I punch you in the face like a box do
Stepping over all obstacles
Inject rap with a rocket fuel
Use hole in a penny …illa ghee control
And my flow is a Bentley
Ladies and gentlemen
Haters and bitter friends
You listenin’ to the hard core Brooklyn
Go hard when the war left
Hand gun lifting, straight menacing
Ladies and gentlemen
Haters and bitter friends
You listenin’ to the hard core Brooklyn
Going hard when the war left
Hand gun lifting, straight menacing