Bully Rap lyrics

by

Quelle Chris


[Realm Reality]
n*gga kill yourself!
Faggot-ass n*gga, die

[Hook: Realm Reality]
Uhh, this that Brownsville bully rap
Hoodie rap, take a n*gga chain, smoke the goodie trap
Surrounded by the wolves in the wilderness
Liquor p*ss, slit your wrists so n*ggas won't get pistol-whipped
Mo' n*ggas won't get pistol-whipped
If I was you, then I'd probably have to slit my wrists
Sean Price, the villain beatin any feelin this
Slit your wrists, so n*ggas won't get pistol-whipped

[Sean Price]
Uhh; you cowards are bogus
Split head like Red Sea power of Moses
Due to my weight gain I had to double the dosage
Of drugs that I do, a n*gga stay toasted
P! Body, G harmin your bars off
Ruck keep you slumped in the park, pa
Listen; God is the greatest, Allahu Akbar
Praise due, ooh threw hot rock at cop car
Off my deen, red light off the Beam
Scorched the scene, n*ggas tryin to cross the team
Listen - n*gga my 80 scorchin
n*ggas coming with the cops out like Tracy Morgan
Heh, I f*ck around and throw your baby organs
Use your baby organs just to make a baby organ
Whoo~! I sell dope to your momma
And I ain't even vote for Obama - P!
[Hook]

[Sean Price]
Yo, P! Uhh, I get paid to
Make music burst through walls like Kool-Aid came through
("OH YEAH!") n*ggas came through with they tools and they goons childish
Honeymoon them n*ggas "bang zoom to the moon Alice"
Keep it clean, sneaker fiend what it +Do Dallas+?
Decep' to death, I strike a n*gga 'til hand callus
Uhh, n*gga you know how the fam go
Big beard, Big n*gga, Sunni & SAMCRO
Crude through sh*t like Luniz was in there
Uhh, blow two-fifth, I'm loony up in here
Uhh, f*ck around and I punch hats
Off n*ggas heads then replace that with dunce caps
Uh - everybody and they son rap
BANG! Everybody and they son clap
Hoo! I make money from the dope I push
To make it funny I ain't vote for Bush; motherf*cker P!

[Hook]
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