Sean Price - Hot Breath lyrics

[Sean Price - Hot Breath lyrics]

Heir to the throne shit spur of the moment
Squab with the God
Best prepare for atonement
P popular but not that popular pa
I'll pop at ya rock 'em Sock 'em Robot
The knots on top of ya
Slap niggas with the Eagle, evil
That nigga Black Jack Tripper
At the Regal Beagle
Bet I beast harder on a Beat Street father
Keep heat
P slaughter peeps to keep his feet bomber
Refuse to play phony
Bruise on my back, I refuse to say Toby
Disrespectful to me and my son Juxx
Cry Freedom like Kunta Kinte with one foot
(Ruste) type far when I write, Sean crazy
Never catch my daughter with
A white doll baby
Black and I'm proud, mix tobacco and loud
So I roll my own spliff when I travel around


Fire the rap, I strike when I'm hungered
Lion on my back like the King of Zamunda
Live and direct, the nine to your neck
Express way to death from Imperius Rex p!

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