Straight Music lyrics

[Intro: Sean Price]
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[Verse 1: Sean Price]
Stuck in a jam
Why you wanna f*ck with me fam?
I'm tryna live a square life, you wanna f*ck up my plan
Under a bus, f*cker, I'll throw you under a van
Throw the van in reverse and then I'll do it again, uh
Grand theft auto, the man with the sket also
Two turntables, a TEC that'll touch torsos, P
n*ggas thinking that the family sweet
Run up on Ruck you'll get beat with hands and feet, n*gga
Kimbo Slice and a slice of Jim Kelly
Thing go pop and it enter your thin belly
f*ck being humble, I'm better than everybody
Melancholy n*ggas get hit with a heavy shotty
Dumb f*ckers don't know how the rules go
Young pups can't f*ck with the Cujo
You bark better than you bite
Yeah I bark but I'm better when I fight, P
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[Verse 2: Sean Price]
Some of the nicest n*ggas in the game is friends
If I do a song with 'em then the friendship'll end
Sore loser, spitting the raw, ignore rumors
Y'all n*ggas frauds like Jean Claude in broad bloomers
East coast n*ggas, west coast n*ggas
I eat most n*ggas with the sket close, n*gga
I make you mad you livin'
f*cking with Sean Price, that's a bad decision
I was once f*cked up, from the ash I risen
Lot of, fights almost got slashed in prison
I had money on my head, you can ask my ibn
This rap is a, actual fact that's written
I will f*ck a n*gga up, but if cash is given
I will split a n*gga head, call it bad division, P
I dismember your memory, holmes
Dedicate this to Timothy Stone
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