Sean Price, Rock (Heltah Skeltah), Ruste Juxx - Slap Boxing lyrics

My son got a gun, I say shoot
That's where the gat'll spray
Make these faggot niggas go that a way, run
Your fab five is jumping, big knives, guns
Bats and sticks fuck all that rapping shit
Give a fuck about your bar with the verse
Put pa in a hearse
Best bet is throw your car in reverse
You can act up if you want
Clapped up in ya front
Pull ya chest and ya back
Sket left on your lap
Y'all niggas do the row when I rhyme
Matter fact use a gun when I rhyme, yo
I throw shots from the back of the rover
Chickenwing Bob Backlund
That tag on your sofa
Niggas actin' like they don't know Sean
Til I run up on 'em
Smack 'em up with the fo'fo nam
Focus the fire, throw shots
Hopin' you die smokin'
Alot after the toast is retired, motherfucker

Yo, fucking with Juxx
You already know what crime it is
Hard body beat breaking
That's what kinda rhyme it is kingston Ave
You already know who grind it is
Black beretta, special op
That's what kinda nine it is
Body the wax, first I grab 'em by the neck
Then I throw the sawed shotty to back
Cold blooded, black hearted
Swing the mac retarded
My weed clientele, excel my crack market
Shawshank swangeler, monster track mangler
Wild cowboy, two hosters on my Wrangler's
Barbarian, I'm a savage, street viking
Bullet street striking
Faster than grease lightning
Spit volcano, rain, hail, fire
Cuz misery sell millions
And pain sell Higher fiend for the foam
My throne is indestructable
Niggas like 'word, son
Them niggas can't fuck with you'

Aiyo, I shake the ground when I walk
I mean I shake the town when I walk
Flip pound and lay you down for your thoughts
Lay you on the ground with your thoughts
Have your thoughts all over the
Ground in the park make a sound when I talk
Shhhh, it is the greatest, underrated MC
Niggas hate but don't say it to me
They get chased in a tree
The moves you make in the piece
Ready to get Jason to be like - damn
Keep these niggas away from
The grease, please
Bad news, gun click you die, yo
You want good news, switch to Geico
A nigga fight me gettin his eye closed
And his shine stole, not you pa
Your shit rhinestones
Think I don't know huh? Your jewelry corny
It's cornier than cream corn
And your team corny ya whole fleet boring
Born with a heat seeking pistol
Locked on nigga jaw piece
For talking that 'I can give
And talk and see'
Boy something like a phenomenon that's why
Some chicks like to feel on my schlong
It's like the "Lifestyles of
The Rich and Famous"
Bitch, they get used to rhyme and stunt
They wanna give it the anus
And bring it down, now, wow, how bout
Fuck it
Let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut
Whyle out, have it come to the heaters
Down South roundhouse, any bitch
You get caught in the Brown Brown
Brownsville!