Sean Price, Starvin B - Sean Shank Redemption lyrics
[Sean Price, Starvin B - Sean Shank Redemption lyrics]
"Jesus Christ
What are you wearing that big mama lama for?"
"Well, when I called this meeting
Tonight I figured I might
Have to kill me a couple of niggas just
To keep everybody in line it’s
Better if everybody’s more
Afraid of me than they are The Man"
Gather ‘round motherfucker
As a matter of fact stay away motherfucker
'fore I slap off your hat
P! Fuck is this hip hop?
Pop shit, pop fifth, quick in your hip hop
Ain’t shit funny like a joke from Chris Rock
Violate, annihilate, bitch get
Your shit rocked, p!
"When you droppin’ your next shit?"
Whenever I feel like, whenever it feel right
I feel like the shit you
Be spittin’ is real light
I kill mics, nigga
I be spittin’ the real life
Like, father is dying, my brother is sick
I breast-fucked my wife 'til white
Stuff on her tit's
One of the best, suggest you think, son
Instead I get hate, eat a dick on a frank bun
You think smart, I think stupid
I think Frank Matthews and
You think Frank Lucas p! Big bank intentions
Cut a motherfucker, Sean Shank Redemption
Steady the Glock, hear my gun
Ready or not, here I come but, I’m
I’m still doin’ my thing
Bells they still ring
Verses abused
I’m like the cruelest form of persecution
Never disillusioned like institutions
Servin’ solution you heard the music, we
Producin’ it, murders, confusion
Allow me to introduce him
To perfect seclusion in a lane of my own
That’s shamed and alone foul
Under the illest, save my name in your phone
Engrave it in stone
Try not to grow an extra chromosome
When my song is on, pack your bong
Put your momma on weather won’t bring dram
Need the castle for Comicon
Nobody feelin’ this super villain
Hear what I’m rhymin’ on
Starving like twenty minutes before
Dawn on Ramadan
Time keep tickin’, can’t rewind these visions
Living like international spies on
A street mission can't take the heat
Get your bare feet out the kitchen
Class is twitching waiting for the
Masses to dismiss ‘em
Hack your operating system and search
For my next victim
"You need to stop bullshittin’ and
Be serious you’re not serious
That’s why you’re always playing around
He says the truth"
"And he is right, isn’t he?" "yeah, he is"
"I wish one of your guys had children
So I kick them in the
Fucking head or stomp on their testicles
So you can feel my pain
‘cause that’s the pain I have"
What are you wearing that big mama lama for?"
"Well, when I called this meeting
Tonight I figured I might
Have to kill me a couple of niggas just
To keep everybody in line it’s
Better if everybody’s more
Afraid of me than they are The Man"
Gather ‘round motherfucker
As a matter of fact stay away motherfucker
'fore I slap off your hat
P! Fuck is this hip hop?
Pop shit, pop fifth, quick in your hip hop
Ain’t shit funny like a joke from Chris Rock
Violate, annihilate, bitch get
Your shit rocked, p!
"When you droppin’ your next shit?"
Whenever I feel like, whenever it feel right
I feel like the shit you
Be spittin’ is real light
I kill mics, nigga
I be spittin’ the real life
Like, father is dying, my brother is sick
I breast-fucked my wife 'til white
Stuff on her tit's
One of the best, suggest you think, son
Instead I get hate, eat a dick on a frank bun
You think smart, I think stupid
I think Frank Matthews and
You think Frank Lucas p! Big bank intentions
Cut a motherfucker, Sean Shank Redemption
Steady the Glock, hear my gun
Ready or not, here I come but, I’m
I’m still doin’ my thing
Bells they still ring
Verses abused
I’m like the cruelest form of persecution
Never disillusioned like institutions
Servin’ solution you heard the music, we
Producin’ it, murders, confusion
Allow me to introduce him
To perfect seclusion in a lane of my own
That’s shamed and alone foul
Under the illest, save my name in your phone
Engrave it in stone
Try not to grow an extra chromosome
When my song is on, pack your bong
Put your momma on weather won’t bring dram
Need the castle for Comicon
Nobody feelin’ this super villain
Hear what I’m rhymin’ on
Starving like twenty minutes before
Dawn on Ramadan
Time keep tickin’, can’t rewind these visions
Living like international spies on
A street mission can't take the heat
Get your bare feet out the kitchen
Class is twitching waiting for the
Masses to dismiss ‘em
Hack your operating system and search
For my next victim
"You need to stop bullshittin’ and
Be serious you’re not serious
That’s why you’re always playing around
He says the truth"
"And he is right, isn’t he?" "yeah, he is"
"I wish one of your guys had children
So I kick them in the
Fucking head or stomp on their testicles
So you can feel my pain
‘cause that’s the pain I have"