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[Sean Price]
P!
Sean Price
Beef Lo-Mein with the grain, the long rice
Weed smoke, slang and you lames is so right
To make fun of you like f*ck you in plain sight
Daytime used to plot schemes for the night prowl
Gauge c*cked, cream shot three in the nightgown
Spray 19 at the pig who popped Mike Brown
Blaze might sting, you might scream n*gga, pipe down
Shhh, quiet on the set
No dogs allowed, POW, fire on a pet
True talk n*gga, watch the last become first like a New York Knickerbocker
Sean sparks like John Starks
Nah, Sean ball like John Wall
Don't catch a Washington Bullet
Finger on the trigger, n*gga
Now watch me just pull it
P!

[Illa Ghee]
Grand Theft Auto animal, arch nemesis
Illa Ghee speaks latitudes and kill witnesses
Mr. Murder Avenue rap until you picture it
p*ss poor writing with a p*ssed off penmanship
Original war, metaphors are cold syphilis
Grip a 4-4, figure four the floor pyramids
Rip you in the jaw, spit extension cord syllabus
Rape you with a saw, sex, intercourse, incubus
Illa!
I'm like murder in the mezzanine
Anti-hestamine, black apocalyptic listerine
It's on fire? Then Illa lit a match to it
The five n*ggas in the party you know act ruthless
At this point, I write don't know how to act music
Intelligent drama for those who wanna act stupid
I f*cked up somewhere down the line
But I keep a tre pound, 4-5th and a nine
Illa!