Sean Price, Lil Fame, Tek - Boston George lyrics

The greatest of all time
How soon we forget, the latest with Alzheims
Y'all looking for hard rhymes? Then
Look no further, uh
Word to mother, I'm unorthodox
 box a orphan often, awesome ac
I toss, your coffin drop
P! I'm nice with mine
Can't say the shit about you
Cause you lost this time
Boss the rhyme, Boston George often high
Offer pies to guys that often lie
If you fuck around and cross the line
I guess I'm forced to off you
Let off the nine bang, P!
Pound for pound
UFC MC, peep the ground and pound, uh
Man down, stand down for the outcome
Bullets racing at you
Clap whoever can't outrun i'm out, son

They build you up to break you down
But, I never let 'em take me down
They build you up to break you down
So we gon' do it for
The hood, make 'em proud, let's go!

The Muslim Don, I'm better than good
Don't get your back clapped up like
Ricky from Boyz in the Hood
I was a menace before I
Stepped foot in a masjid
I appear sparking wearing Tone
Quarters last beard
God bless BIG, I'm still best, I fly with it
Nobody did it like the big guy
Did it 'til I did it
Then I shitted, I admit it, I ain't hit it
No basic average
Bum bidditch can get the diddick

Talk to 'em!

I sitll grab the fifth of the dresser
Throw sixes when sidebetters wanna bet
On the fives and better
Why both P's in the essence?
Why I only want kings and
Queens in my presence?
Why they don't let my man go?
Why the fuck they gon' let Trump
Win it for four more?
Bootcamp till the wheels fall and frame break
It's the Price of Fame, two of the great ape

They build you up to break you down
But, I never let 'em break me down
So we gon' do it for
The hood, make 'em proud, come on
They build you up to break you down
But, I never let 'em break me down
So we gon' do it for
The hood, make 'em proud, come on