The Hardess Ni**a Out - Sean Price

P!

Ha ha

Uhh, let’s go

Yeah, P beat up the beat, bastard

Reach for my heat and sleep deep in the green pasture

Mean rapper, fuck is you lookin' at?

Fuck a autograph nigga, Ruck is a crooked cat

Uhh, look at that.

Where you get them pants from?

Uhh, look at that.

Where you get that dance from?

Pssh!

I don’t dance for niggas

I take trips, flip shit, and advance on niggas

This is anti-bitch boy, whack niggas fall back

This is the verse that niggas could never call whack

The illest nigga in Nebraska, I’m Method Man

Clown nigga, yellow leather, weapon fam

Uhh, and I smoke a lot too

Coke on black shirts make polka dots, troop

Ha ha, y’all get it later

P-Body the great, but it get greater

Fuck wit' me!

Yo, listen

Uhh, slap when the sket blow

Bum-ass nigga, no snaps on the petrol

I’m a Mastercard, pa, you just a Metro

Straight train fare, I’m not believin your chain-wear

Coke blow, nose glow, nigga no reindeer

On my grind, sometimes I be rockin' (I be rockin')

Step to your home, big sket, weapon is chrome

No slot, «6 Minutes» Doug E. Fresh on the phone

Listen, gat be quick, gat be nimble

You strapped but you whack cause you sat wit’cha back to the window

I’m Chow Yun-fat rap, gat to your temple (Bong!)

Stay in your lane, lame, plain and simple (yes)

I dedicate this to the 85'ers

Wholeheartedly ham stage divin' Mercedes drivers

Whoo!

I will pop you, black

The big head scientist writin', this that Yakub rap

See you in hell!

P!