Cardiac lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean Price]
The first verse is the worst
Like why the f*ck they call you Jesus Price, n*gga?
And you curse in church
Napoleon complex, n*ggas earth your Lurch
f*ck a hood, n*gga, earth my turf, nah I mean
Gave a pal of mine pork, reading Malachi York
Had to slap him in the face, with a Ballantine cork
Silverback Sean savage on songs
I ain't dissing, just you muthaf*ckas listening wrong, listen
c*ck diesel n*ggas smoking on crack, Tony Atlas
Flash four-four, with them Thelonious bast*rds
I mastered the style of mastering styles
I fight a fair one then blast a round with the pound
Sean is the best, ya'll n*ggas is the opposite, pa
Shut the f*ck up, put a sock in it, pa, be quiet
I put a hole in ya hat, Jesus Price soul controller of rap, amen

[Hook: Flood]
This that hard body sh*t, pump shotty sh*t
n*ggas shooting the party up over a b*tch, sh*t
This that ignorant sh*t, n*ggas pull a trigger, quick
This what ignorance is, yea fire and all this
If you dealing with bricks, then we gon' take it
And if you dealing with chips, then we gon' take it
But if you dealing with tips, my head shake it
Cuz my n*ggas is in this sh*t, and that's crazy
[Verse 2: Buckshot]
It's the five foot gorilla with the mind of a killa
Killing every n*gga in sight, murdered by ya mirror
Ill reflections of a protecting ya face
b*tches tucking in they necklace when I step in the place
n*ggas acting like they hard, but they soft as Jell-O
You can tell them n*ggas pus*y, when they walk by, hello
I know, I was scoping you, was hoping I fall
Like a pair on design shorts, no, not at all
I'm not the one, but I got that two
And if you need me to add on more, I bring it through
Cuz I got a trunk for n*ggas who say they ain't scared
Go for your gun, I let my mack ten braid ya hair
With a little style, I call presto change-o
When the bullets in the chamber, I press it to change, yo
Right back atcha, with the knife and bat atcha
Better ask you could I smack you, if I didn't, I was glad to

[Hook: Flood]
This that hard body sh*t, pump shotty sh*t
n*ggas shooting the party up over a b*tch, sh*t
This that ignorant sh*t, n*ggas pull a trigger, quick
This what ignorance is, yea fire and all this
If you dealing with bricks, then we gon' take it
And if you dealing with chips, then we gon' take it
But if you dealing with tips, my head shake it
Cuz my n*ggas is in this b*tch, and that's crazy
[Verse 3: Ruste Juxx]
Yeah, run a good tree from the yard, then
Juxx make you lick shots pon de squad, then
I rock rock wit that bang bang boogie
Stomp through hot blocks with that thang thang wit me
It's all gravy and mashed potatoes, I smash haters
Bust bullets, blast tazers, slash razors
Say my rap sheet is longer than my wrap sheet
Young n*ggas ask me, rhyming to a rap beat
Crack in the days of the eighties
Produced alotta inner city hood crack babies
Bird n*ggas moving like a chicken with his throat slit
But I bet I lean 'em when I hit 'em wit this dope sh*t
Never slip, slack off and blowing your back off
n*ggas is wack soft, we throwing your track off
Never got a pack off, f*ck the jack off
I'mma let the latch off and pop ya cap off

[Hook: Flood]
This that hard body sh*t, pump shotty sh*t
n*ggas shooting the party up over a b*tch, sh*t
This that ignorant sh*t, n*ggas pull a trigger, quick
This what ignorance is, yea fire and all this
If you dealing with bricks, then we gon' take it
And if you dealing with chips, then we gon' take it
But if you dealing with tips, my head shake it
Cuz my n*ggas is in this sh*t, and that's crazy