Sean Price, Poison Pen, Swave Sevah - Bars Of Death lyrics
[Sean Price, Poison Pen, Swave Sevah - Bars Of Death lyrics]
Sean P poison Pen
Swave Sevah son of the one arm man
The money shot, nigga kimbo Price, nigga
Lennox Ave, nigga nA rock, nigga
This all I need right here son what up!
Give me the pussy, the money
The mic and I'm straight
Pass the fully, the rum, no ice
And I'm great
Bed-Stuy brawny, Bed-Stuy bruising
One man bless the army with
That lead pipe music
We ain't in the same game
You see these suckers?
Now it's cool to play lame, fucking busters
Things changed
Why these little niggas dressing
Like Dwyane Wayans?
Select few of these dudes will move me
When I hit you
You sound like coward do in a movie
Nah you can't allude from the two piece
That's how I do nigga sue me
Run all up on your set with such timing
Dump 'em all off with your
Sket and clutch iron
He gonna be on the news if son try me
Bleed all over your jewels
They blood diamonds
Bars of death, flow fire
Verse char your flesh
It's terror whenever Sevah and
The Gods connect
Open season homie guard your neck
See it's kill or be killed
Don't be the one we target next
Too late, remove safety, aim steady
Semi blam
Declaring war on any man in skinny pants
Walk with a torch and a bucket of ether
For the next nigga I see with
His jeans tucked in his sneakers
I'm old school, brutality rap
Knifes to your nostrils
Nigga run your salary cap
There's a difference
Talk shit 'cause your battery charged
Me, I talk shit and then
Catch a battery charge
Sweet threats, I won't just insult ya
Pull the sket you better jet or
End up like Jett Travolta
Brooklyn bullies and Harlem vikings
I'm, slaughter your squad
Like spartans fighting
I be the fear factor, the rapper
Come back here, smack your ear
Take your Jack Herer
Smoke in the clear wrapper
You punk's sweet, you food
Lunch meat, I'm rude
Dump heat, leave you slumps sleep
Nigga you're drooled
Fuck you and the crackers that own you
I own two, guns that will pop off your
Crown and dethrone you
Abdul-Jabbar versus Mugsy Malone you
I don't know what that mean
But you know what I mean when I told you
I'm old school, new school, I'm a drop out
Got my GED back in the game
Now pull your guap out
Opt out your contract
Pop out the crons clap a nigga
Let the motherfuckers know that Sean's back
My president is black, the cocaine is white
The nine nickel plated
Nigga who fixing the fight
Sean Price, a motherfucking, motherfucker
Motherfucker
Swave Sevah son of the one arm man
The money shot, nigga kimbo Price, nigga
Lennox Ave, nigga nA rock, nigga
This all I need right here son what up!
Give me the pussy, the money
The mic and I'm straight
Pass the fully, the rum, no ice
And I'm great
Bed-Stuy brawny, Bed-Stuy bruising
One man bless the army with
That lead pipe music
We ain't in the same game
You see these suckers?
Now it's cool to play lame, fucking busters
Things changed
Why these little niggas dressing
Like Dwyane Wayans?
Select few of these dudes will move me
When I hit you
You sound like coward do in a movie
Nah you can't allude from the two piece
That's how I do nigga sue me
Run all up on your set with such timing
Dump 'em all off with your
Sket and clutch iron
He gonna be on the news if son try me
Bleed all over your jewels
They blood diamonds
Bars of death, flow fire
Verse char your flesh
It's terror whenever Sevah and
The Gods connect
Open season homie guard your neck
See it's kill or be killed
Don't be the one we target next
Too late, remove safety, aim steady
Semi blam
Declaring war on any man in skinny pants
Walk with a torch and a bucket of ether
For the next nigga I see with
His jeans tucked in his sneakers
I'm old school, brutality rap
Knifes to your nostrils
Nigga run your salary cap
There's a difference
Talk shit 'cause your battery charged
Me, I talk shit and then
Catch a battery charge
Sweet threats, I won't just insult ya
Pull the sket you better jet or
End up like Jett Travolta
Brooklyn bullies and Harlem vikings
I'm, slaughter your squad
Like spartans fighting
I be the fear factor, the rapper
Come back here, smack your ear
Take your Jack Herer
Smoke in the clear wrapper
You punk's sweet, you food
Lunch meat, I'm rude
Dump heat, leave you slumps sleep
Nigga you're drooled
Fuck you and the crackers that own you
I own two, guns that will pop off your
Crown and dethrone you
Abdul-Jabbar versus Mugsy Malone you
I don't know what that mean
But you know what I mean when I told you
I'm old school, new school, I'm a drop out
Got my GED back in the game
Now pull your guap out
Opt out your contract
Pop out the crons clap a nigga
Let the motherfuckers know that Sean's back
My president is black, the cocaine is white
The nine nickel plated
Nigga who fixing the fight
Sean Price, a motherfucking, motherfucker
Motherfucker