f*ck Your Mother lyrics

[Intro: Sean Price]
La Musica de Harry Fraud
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DZA what's good? Brownsville. Harlem. Let's go
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[Verse 1: Sean Price]
I will rock your knot, b*tch
Remain emotionless, on some Doctor Spock sh*t
Robonik, Inspector Gadget with ratchets
Go-go four-four blood in your bath b*tch
Listen, I will bash your brain
With a walking stick, b*tch felt the wrath of Kane
Bullets make you dance, scoop, and scrap lover
f*ck firearms fam, we could scrap sucka
This n*gga said he know 52
Shot up in the elbow, let's see what that sh*t can do
You whack! P. hatin'
Date rape Satan, initiate Freemason
n*ggas take the oath
Go cover bloods from the f*ckin' sacred goat
What the f*ck that mean?
Sean Price the nicest n*gga that's on Buckshot Team
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[Break]
You f*ck with me I'll have her tied up in the crib
Like f*ck your mother, she's a stupid little b*tch
I banged her about ten times a night, b*tch
She ain't nothin' but a little sprite
[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Riiiiight!
Kiss the motherf*ckin' ring, we on some mob sh*t
sh*t on that pity party, f*ck that sob sh*t
Disrespect you, open neck you, hog spit
Have my man Blizz violate your carcass
Frank Matthews, catch me if you can
Treat a hatin' ass n*gga like Spam, ignored him
You ain't cop that piece from the district, you copped that from Fordham
You don't come straight for the re-up, n*gga, always be shorten
Always talkin' that bread sh*t
But when them n*ggas come out on them big toys
You be on some givin' head sh*t
Kill yourself, your whole life is whack
Thirty-five and still sellin' crack? Grow up n*gga
The other day lil' homie copped a Benz
Call yourself a kingpin and you're still coppin' twenty grams
f*ck outta here n*gga, scram, you a peon
You should get peed on
R Kelly style, little n*ggas trilly wild

[Break]
Good job you f*ckin' pricks
It's Sean Price and DZA
f*ck your mother
[Outro]
KushedGod, b*tch