Rising to the Top (Grand Theft Auto Theme Song) - Sean Price

Yeah, we all cool, pa, anybody can get it

Winchester Remington’s, any shotty 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 shit

Killed a nigga on a train with Barry Slotnick, dude

Bottom line, you ain’t ready for Ruck

Where your girl, duke, I’m ready to fuck

Do the knowledge, I’m ill

Especially when the god swallowing pills

Spaz out on your bitch while she gobble my dill

All my niggas went through drama, for real

Ruck dred, Agallah, body armor steel, squar from the ville

Untouchable, Sean Conner’s got kill

Ya’ll niggas chill before ya momma get killed, yo

Untouchable, Sean Conner’s got kill

Ya’ll niggas chill before ya momma get killed, yo

And we gon' give this all that we got

Blow the spot, keep rising to the top

All my niggas, keep rising to the top

And we gon' give this all that we got

Blow the spot, keep rising to the top

All my niggas, keep rising to the top

Everyone welcome to the gangsta world of Agallah

Where it’s me and my niggas, my bitches, my guns and my cars

My dogs don’t care, they’ll kill these rap stars

I like ridin' around with a gangsta broad

I’mma 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 fuck with Agallah

None of these niggas could never see the catalog

I don’t give a fuck 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

Bullshit me?

I won’t even step to y’all

Consider the shit, this is what I left with y’all

Look at all the hot shit, that I kept from y’all

And we gon' give this all that we got

Blow the spot, keep rising to the top

All my niggas, keep rising to the top

And we gon' give this all that we got

Blow the spot, keep rising to the top

All my niggas, keep rising to the top

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

Niggas is gettin' high, niggas is gettin' high

I love spittin raps and flows, I love gettin' stacks of dough

Like I love hittin' rats and hoes

I’ve been to club, where the stash is yo

Why you bumpin' me, god, actin' up in front of company, god

Got some shit up in the trunk of my car

We can fight right now, you get lumped in the bar

Bottom line duke;

fuck who you are

Spit two gem stars out my mouth, give you a couple of scars

The flame from Ruck and Agallah, and Lenny and Spittley

We come through like this from Brooklyn, my niggas hopin' shitly

While niggas like Blick Street that be reppin' with me

My nigga Ike Eyes, yo I call him Ike Hitly

It’s Agal-litly, featuring Sean Printly

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 shitly, you know where I’m at, my nigga, hit me

May God be with me, through the streets I move switfly

You want war, with a nigga, pa, then come and get me

And we gon' give this all that we got

Blow the spot, keep rising to the top

All my niggas, keep rising to the top

And we gon' give this all that we got

Blow the spot, keep rising to the top

All my niggas, keep rising to the top

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

Everybody is gettin' high, everybody is gettin' high

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

Niggas is gettin' high, niggas is gettin' high