[Verse 1: Sean Price]
It go, Big Bang theory hear me? Sean born
Fresh out my mom's pussy, Sean born porn
Sean long gone, somebody bring him back
He's moving too fast, somebody bring him crack
He's moving even faster, somebody bring him dope
Fucked up in the dirt, somebody bring him soap
Clean up my act, write a few violent songs
But they wack like Glen Rice with New Balance on
Dominique, wore Brooks, Sean P wore Crooks & Castle(s)
Smack whoever give long looks
Baffle, the mind rhyme design is outlandish
Like copping coke from papi not understanding Spanish
Understand the damage of the incredible Ruck
Puff steam get green, swing and ya' shit get bust
Tough, Tonka truck four-by-four
Guns out ya' rubbed out, all-out war, uh

[Verse 2: Rock]
Listen, you could find me, drinking wine in
Amy Winehouse's house with a different type of Rock pipe in her mouth
Yeah I said it, scared n***as think but don't say
I'm Frankie Lymon, why do these birds sing, so, gay?
I'm New York's grittiest city slicker
You the new world's shittiest 16 spitters
Get these n***as the fuck away from me, no watch it y'all move
Bang, blood on the wall like pigs harassing Damu's
I know, I'm a star but, I'ma start Amistad, n***as
Whipping and shipping 'em off for businesses
It's like I'm fucking with the KKK
I hate these n***as I will break they face, roaches the AK Raid
Spray outta ya' range body ya' lames
Got guns that'll Keak da Sneak you like dadadadadadada man
Uh, I ain't even got to merk you
Have Sean P punch ya' gums out like Stride commercials
[Verse 3: Sean Price]
I be the fear factor the rapper, come back here smack ya' ear
Take ya' jack career smoke in a clear wrapper
Punks weak you food, lunch meat I'm rude
Dump heat, leave you slump sleep, n***a ya' through
Fuck you and the crackers that own you
I own two, guns that'll pop off ya' crown and dethrone you
Abdul-Jabbar, uh, Muggsy Malone you
I don't know what that mean but you know what I mean when I told you
I'm old school, new school, I'm a drop-out
Got my GED, back in the game, now pull ya' guap out
Opt out ya' contract, pop out the cronz clap a n***a, bang
Let them motherfuckers know that Sean back
My president is black, the cocaine is white
The nine, nickel-plated n***a who fixing to fight?
Sean Price, a motherfucking, motherfucker
Motherfucker, let's go

[Verse 4: Rock]
Back on the scene it's the incredible
One-man team when I get mad I turn green, nah I'm lying
When I'm mad I burn green and blam steam
Or give the animal call cause me a stampede
Yer, yer, yer, the one and only beastmaster
Creep after me catch a deep gash ya, heat clap ya, bang!
We after them G's like police after us, like
Eating after bud or, sleeping after fucking or
We laugh and just spaz outta nowhere
Choke you while singing how you supposed to breathe with no air
Or we can spark that ass up for real
You's a fucking pill
Probably get popped for a dub in the 'Ville, uh
Probably get popped for less out west
A AK'll make a mess out ya' flesh
Me, I'm the mini shotty murderer, got it in my sleeve let it go
Let 'em know what's really rocking with a G
I could be, whipping around with some piff and a pound
Who wanna get, lifted and grounded and kicked when he down?
You like, 'some of y'all out there on some chill shit
Shit, Holland on some real shit'
Yeah n***a
[Verse 5: Sean Price]
You motherfuckers fake
Go 'head fuckin' hate
I smack planes off the building I'm a fucking ape
My last LP, I wore a fucking cape
Your last LP, you wore a fucking- wait
It never dropped, you was never hot
Me and Rock ready, but they ain't ready Rock
I sold Redi-Rock, I was small-time
I made a small fortune, but it was all mine
I got buddha from Judah, from Aruba to Cuba
Came home spent the rest of my loot on some Supras
.....
I'm the truth duke with...listen listen listen listen, listen
Stop it, hating on the god
Liar liar pants on fire perpetrating a fraud
The shit you pop doesn't reverberate with the god
The eight shake and raise the murder rate, oh my God
Listen, I be the best to do it
Repeat I be the best to do it
Defeat all the rest who knew it
Sneak attack, Eagle eat ya' back you blew it, stupid, truth is
P, I'm smarter than your average
Joe, bear, or Jesus of Nazareth
Battle shit battleship, battleship? I ain't playing games bitch
Gat'll click, gravel pit, that'll be your grave bitch
My shit is, off the meter off the reefer awkward I talk with heaters
I walk with, orthopedic features coughing, why?
'Cause I eat the creatures off an abortion, P