(Sean Price)
Yeah, we all cool, pa, anybody can get it
Winchester, Remington's, any shottie I'll hit it
Yo, dress sloppy, but my rap is dapper
Watch Rosewood go outside and slap a cracker
Yo, various styles and, various hot sh*t
Killed a n*gga on a train with Barry Slovik, dude
Bottom line, you ain't ready for Ruck
Where your girl, duke, I'm ready to f*ck
Do the knowledge, I'm ill
Especially when the god swallowing pills
Spaz out on your b*tch while she double my deal
All my n*ggas went through drama, for real
Ruck dred, Agallah, body armor steel, squar from the ville
Untouchable, Sean Conner got killed
Ya'll n*ggas chill before ya moma get killed, yo
Untouchable, Sean Conner's got kill
Ya'll n*ggas chill before ya moma get killed, yo
(Chorus 2x: Agallah)
And we gon' give this all that we got
Blow the spot, keep rising to the top
All my n*ggas, keep rising to the top
(Agallah)
Everyone welcome to the gangsta world of Agallah
Where it's me and my n*ggas, my b*tches, my guns and my cars
My dogs don't kill, they kill these rap stars
I like ridin' around with a gangsta broad
I'ma gangsta dog, go with the shotty, or I'm shankin' y'all
Wind up in prison, no thanks to y'all
Come back to the block, then I break y'all balls
Get murked right on the spot, so we don't have to brawl
Listen up, pa, don't f*ck with Agallah
None of these n*ggas could never see the catalog
I don't give a f*ck if it's digital or analog
I flip, to any style, pa, press record
Give me a million, that's how you blessed the lord
Bullsh*t me? I won't even step to y'all
Consider the sh*t, this is what I left with y'all
Look at all the hot sh*t, that I kept from y'all
(Chorus 2x)
(Hook: Agallah, Sean Price)
It's music in the air, a lots of loving everywhere
Everybody, gettin' right, everybody, gettin' right
It's smoke all in the air, everybody wanna share
n*ggas is gettin' high, n*ggas is gettin' high
(Sean Price)
I love thin raps and flows, I love gettin' stacks of dough
Like I love hittin' raps and hoes
Up in the club, with a stash of yo
Why you bumpin' me, god, actin' up in front of company, god
Got some sh*t up in the trunk of my car
We can fight right now, you get lumped in the bar
Bottom line duke; f*ck who you are
Spit two gem stars out my mouth, give you a couple of scars
(Agallah)
The flame from Ruck and Agallah, and lendin' y'all spitly
We come through like this from Brooklyn, my n*ggas hopin' sh*tly
While n*ggas like Blick Street that be reppin' with me
My n*gga Ike Eyes, yo I call him Ike Hitly
We don't waste no time, we take care of this quickly
For real my nitly, it's about to get off the hitly
For sh*tly, you know where I'm at, my n*gga, hit me
And God be with me, through the streets I move switfly
You want war, with a n*gga, pa, then come and get me
(Chorus 2x)
(Hook)