Sean Price, Steele, Starang Wondah - Shakedown lyrics

P! yeah yo, Dru-Ha what up?

Let's play freeze tag with icepicks
Nightshift, selling white shit
To white chicks
Bikes with vicegrips, scuffed up Huffies
For the crime, do Shyne time
That's fucked up Puffy
You the type to get fucked up monthly
Beat down daily
And smoke up your disability check
Sean Price, 'bout as real as it get
I'm no fool, i'm old school like I'm Artis
Gilmore with the sket
If ya', walk on my block and talk about Ruck
You get touched motherfucker
'cause you talk too much
Come walk with P (P) , so you all can see
How I get dough, spit flows
To a awkward beat
Better look both ways 'fore
You cross the street
The Pirelli's on the Porsche push
You off your feet
Sean P, one half of the incredible rap team
Y'all niggas smoked out
Incredible crack fiends

Ayo, y'all niggas is too old to
Think the way you do
And you cowards, never do what you say you do
I'm in the hood
Running with the same crazy crew
And you ain't nice, you sound like Jay-Z too
Niggas is frontin'
(word up) , actin' like bad boys
Y'all move in silence, we make mad noise
When it's beef in the streets
We don't try and make peace
I got killas that just blaze
And they don't make beats
S dot, size R, with the long sleeve
Ghetto bitch, fat ass, with the long weave

Ayo get down, lay down
Everybody get on the floor
This is beef, you don't want that pa
Better warn everybody in ya' city or town
Let 'em know what what, this is a shakedown
Ayo get down, lay down
Everybody get on the floor
This is beef, you don't want that pa
Better warn everybody in ya' city or town
Let 'em know what what, this is a shakedown

Three star camouflage, mob the bar
Vodka, cognac, it's a Mardi Gras
Roll a big Marley y'all, Fronto cigar
I got mami in the back with the God
Back to the car
Get it in the back of the car
Had her, fiddlin' with the latch on the bra
I was, tuggin' at the strap on her thong
Thuggin' like a rap nigga song, grindin'
To the crack of the dawn
She make a nigga wanna come back in the morn'
Make her want a nigga back, after I'm gone
That's what I'm on, baby got back
Word is bond
Have you like 'Damn, that shit is wrong'
Have you like 'Damn, that shit is song'
Strip down, lay down
Sell or it goes through withdrawal
Four door, gator poured on 24s
Bucktown USA, connect with ya' boys

Ayo shorty look good
Nah she ugly but I'm drunk
As hell, so fuck it, shorty look good
The bitch did E, plus she smoke good trees
So me being who I be, I had to do me
The bitch wanted me to
Straight spend the cash
Slowed up, slow fuck, Teddy Pendergrass, no
I'm quick to bend yo' ass
The fuck over now jump in ya' Timbs and dash
Yo she talkin' 'bout that ain't fair
Bitch that's two dollars, fuck you mean
"that ain't fare?"
Yo, Sean Price, and the price is cheaper
Only splurge on Iceberg, Nike's and reefer
Timberland boots, and plus a gun to shoot
And a pocket full of coke
In case I don't recoup
'Cause, time is money and money is time
And I just got enough time, to get that money

Ayo get down, lay down
Everybody get on the floor
This is beef, you don't want that pa
Better warn everybody in ya' city or town
Let 'em know what what, this is a shakedown
Ayo get down, lay down
Everybody get on the floor
This is beef, you don't want that pa
Better warn everybody in ya' city or town
Let 'em know what what, this is a shakedown