Sean Price, Vic Spencer - Dave Winfield lyrics
[Sean Price, Vic Spencer - Dave Winfield lyrics]
With a message for my people
Listen, the hottest MC in the
Game is tight wack
Lot of MCs in the game are like that
I might smack your face off GP
P-B-C-C-IV-E-D yes, the chief ruler
Malvo, Paul the heat street shooter
Wig splitter of a big chain snatcher
Like a nigga bitter hit a rib cage rapper
Bom, shells graze windshields
Punch your face off
What the hell, Dave Winfield
I will stab your father
Slice your face artwork, Magna Carta
Yes, P's get strong
You dine and wine the pussy
Keith Sweat songs pop the face of a bastard
Nine to five killing, the occupational hazard
What are you doin' over there?
Put that mic down man
And listen to the Songs in the Key of Price
You might learn somethin' c'mon
The loud got me asian
Clap you with the force of
Your car door chasin'
Illa Ghee's bars is a statement
My state of mind stuck in the state pen
My flow's radiation my flow is the king of
The jungle inside the basement
Salutations, three thousand miles
To Graceland
I fuck more than Wilt Chamberland
Bullets in the chamber
I check jaws from bangers
Rap drug slinger, my angle is all anger
Criminal dialect, I devastate danger
Fire to a forest ranger
Rifle long range painter
Head from a chick's a no-brainer
Two piece your nose and leave
Blood on your clothes
Nose to the head and left
Brains on your pillows
Ain't nothing gonna stop me
I'm rap like I'm stabbing the judge and then
Listen, the hottest MC in the
Game is tight wack
Lot of MCs in the game are like that
I might smack your face off GP
P-B-C-C-IV-E-D yes, the chief ruler
Malvo, Paul the heat street shooter
Wig splitter of a big chain snatcher
Like a nigga bitter hit a rib cage rapper
Bom, shells graze windshields
Punch your face off
What the hell, Dave Winfield
I will stab your father
Slice your face artwork, Magna Carta
Yes, P's get strong
You dine and wine the pussy
Keith Sweat songs pop the face of a bastard
Nine to five killing, the occupational hazard
What are you doin' over there?
Put that mic down man
And listen to the Songs in the Key of Price
You might learn somethin' c'mon
The loud got me asian
Clap you with the force of
Your car door chasin'
Illa Ghee's bars is a statement
My state of mind stuck in the state pen
My flow's radiation my flow is the king of
The jungle inside the basement
Salutations, three thousand miles
To Graceland
I fuck more than Wilt Chamberland
Bullets in the chamber
I check jaws from bangers
Rap drug slinger, my angle is all anger
Criminal dialect, I devastate danger
Fire to a forest ranger
Rifle long range painter
Head from a chick's a no-brainer
Two piece your nose and leave
Blood on your clothes
Nose to the head and left
Brains on your pillows
Ain't nothing gonna stop me
I'm rap like I'm stabbing the judge and then