Sean Price, Ruste Juxx - Price & Shining Armor lyrics
[Sean Price, Ruste Juxx - Price & Shining Armor lyrics]
Yo! Listen
Afghanistan, bombed out, depleted
I'm weeded, needin' an Ativan
Run up on a rapper when rappin'
That's when I slap a fan
Bone-crunchin' Mickey the gypsy
Needed a caravan
Half man half-amazing, Mandela
You know the flow is so hard, tell her
Duck Down
Is the label, but - fuck a record deal
Broke after I smoke and
The motherfucking sucker meal
P! Keep ignorin' my shit, B
I'll punch your shit off like
The Story of Ricky
All in my face like a rap battle
Fuck around and catch all of the
Eight when the gat rattles
That hardcore rappin' is played out
Till I hardcore slap you and
Ask you what's played out
(What's played out, man?) P! Indeed the grown
Squeeze the chrome, please, believe it nigga
Caesar home
Verse two
Sunroof casket for the earth dirt view
Work wet, wet work with the sket wet, who?
Vest protect chest, but never ya neck duke
Dave Tua, fist of rage, I wave Rugers
Engage shooters in battles, better behave
Junior
Aiyo, kill noid paragraph, crack ground
Shatter glass
Ill boy, Madagas', bitch with a fatter ass
Top on the rooftop, spit shine my shit
Pitch grind my strip
Switch crime rhyme hit's
Got a towel, better throw it in
Front line banging, P, cover me I'm going in
War path is bloody
Damaged from one sword stroke
48 tracks to slide and the board broke
What it do, coke kilogram crew (what up?)
The bars is barbaric, Encino Man 2
Paul Bunyan on the corner with the onion
In the booth I'm the dragon
Breathing fire out the dungeon
Fuck a metaphor, fuck you think the metal for
Put the mic down, fuck rap, peddle raw
Street fighter, Juxx strike like Bison
The nigga ghostwriting for Price on Mic Tyson
Afghanistan, bombed out, depleted
I'm weeded, needin' an Ativan
Run up on a rapper when rappin'
That's when I slap a fan
Bone-crunchin' Mickey the gypsy
Needed a caravan
Half man half-amazing, Mandela
You know the flow is so hard, tell her
Duck Down
Is the label, but - fuck a record deal
Broke after I smoke and
The motherfucking sucker meal
P! Keep ignorin' my shit, B
I'll punch your shit off like
The Story of Ricky
All in my face like a rap battle
Fuck around and catch all of the
Eight when the gat rattles
That hardcore rappin' is played out
Till I hardcore slap you and
Ask you what's played out
(What's played out, man?) P! Indeed the grown
Squeeze the chrome, please, believe it nigga
Caesar home
Verse two
Sunroof casket for the earth dirt view
Work wet, wet work with the sket wet, who?
Vest protect chest, but never ya neck duke
Dave Tua, fist of rage, I wave Rugers
Engage shooters in battles, better behave
Junior
Aiyo, kill noid paragraph, crack ground
Shatter glass
Ill boy, Madagas', bitch with a fatter ass
Top on the rooftop, spit shine my shit
Pitch grind my strip
Switch crime rhyme hit's
Got a towel, better throw it in
Front line banging, P, cover me I'm going in
War path is bloody
Damaged from one sword stroke
48 tracks to slide and the board broke
What it do, coke kilogram crew (what up?)
The bars is barbaric, Encino Man 2
Paul Bunyan on the corner with the onion
In the booth I'm the dragon
Breathing fire out the dungeon
Fuck a metaphor, fuck you think the metal for
Put the mic down, fuck rap, peddle raw
Street fighter, Juxx strike like Bison
The nigga ghostwriting for Price on Mic Tyson