Statik Selektah, Termanology, Sean Price - Population Control lyrics
[Statik Selektah, Termanology, Sean Price - Population Control lyrics]
Too many vultures in it
Fuck how your feeling, man
Statik Selektah's on the beat
How we're at it together (showoff, showoff)
We're really at it together
It go OG rapper, you know me smack the
Shit out of any nigga actin' like a rapper
Slap goon niggas, rap to niggas
Boot Camp, I do shows with Black Moon, nigga
Who got the props? Who got the pot?
Police comin', nigga who shot the cop?
It was that nigga Sean
OG gang leader of the Triggercons
Demo tape niggas sayin' "Yo, put me on!"
Backed out, the chrome busts a shot
A nigga gone shit, I'm a very mean rapper
Shoot the club up and I am never seen after
Master, rap, rap master
Chastise rappers then bury the black bastard
I pop an 8 at your ho
Sean Price, Population Control
Shut the fuck up
Change in the Louie baggage
Brains like computer hacker
Stains, when them shooters blast your
Brains on your bougie matress
Duck Down, Showoff bringin' that new talent
Hands full of fresh vegetables, new carrots
It's Kimbo Price and lil Manny Pacquiao
And fuck them non-believers
We got classics now
I do damage, pop you up like a juice addict
My dude savage
Chop you up like a fruit salad
They lined up just to tell
That boy Danny "Hi!"
They're sniffin' white more
White than Jamiroquai
You all claim you're the God
But won't dare to die
You shook like Craig Mack in
Front of a camera guy
Huh, I'm picky with my broads
So y'all starin' at me
Like Nicki Minaj thongs
Whole blicky's the crime boss
So we stay on the five arms
Fuck how your feeling, man
Statik Selektah's on the beat
How we're at it together (showoff, showoff)
We're really at it together
It go OG rapper, you know me smack the
Shit out of any nigga actin' like a rapper
Slap goon niggas, rap to niggas
Boot Camp, I do shows with Black Moon, nigga
Who got the props? Who got the pot?
Police comin', nigga who shot the cop?
It was that nigga Sean
OG gang leader of the Triggercons
Demo tape niggas sayin' "Yo, put me on!"
Backed out, the chrome busts a shot
A nigga gone shit, I'm a very mean rapper
Shoot the club up and I am never seen after
Master, rap, rap master
Chastise rappers then bury the black bastard
I pop an 8 at your ho
Sean Price, Population Control
Shut the fuck up
Change in the Louie baggage
Brains like computer hacker
Stains, when them shooters blast your
Brains on your bougie matress
Duck Down, Showoff bringin' that new talent
Hands full of fresh vegetables, new carrots
It's Kimbo Price and lil Manny Pacquiao
And fuck them non-believers
We got classics now
I do damage, pop you up like a juice addict
My dude savage
Chop you up like a fruit salad
They lined up just to tell
That boy Danny "Hi!"
They're sniffin' white more
White than Jamiroquai
You all claim you're the God
But won't dare to die
You shook like Craig Mack in
Front of a camera guy
Huh, I'm picky with my broads
So y'all starin' at me
Like Nicki Minaj thongs
Whole blicky's the crime boss
So we stay on the five arms