Cardiac - Sean Price, Buckshot, Flood

The first verse is the worst

Like why the fuck they call you Jesus Price, nigga?

And you curse in church

Napoleon complex, niggas earth your Lurch

Fuck a hood, nigga, earth my turf

Nah I mean, gave a pound of vile pork, beat Malachi off

Had to slap him in the face, with a Ballantine cloth

Silverback Sean’s happy on songs, I ain’t dissing

Just you muthafuckas listening wrong, listen

Cock diesel niggas smoking on crack, Tony Atlas

Flash four-four, with them Thelonious bastards

I mastered the style of mastering styles

I fight a fair one then blast a round with the pound

Sean is the best, ya’ll niggas is the opposite, pa

Shut the fuck up, put a sock in it, pa, be quiet

I put a hole in ya hat, Jesus Price soul controller of rap, amen

This that hard body shit, pump shotty shit

Niggas shooting the party up over a bitch, shit

This that ignorant shit, niggas pull a trigger, quick

This what ignorance is, yea fire and all this

If you dealing with bricks, then we gon' take it

And if you dealing with chips, then we gon' take it

But if you dealing with tips, my head shake it

Cuz my niggas is in this shit, and that’s crazy

It’s the five foot gorilla with the mind of a killa

Killing every nigga in sight, murdered by ya mirror

Ill reflections of a protecting ya face

Bitches tucking in they necklace when I step in the place

Niggas acting like they hard, but they soft as Jell-O

You can tell them niggas pussy, when they walk by, hello

I know, I was scoping you, was hoping I fall

Like a pair on design shorts, no, not at all

I’m not the one, but I got that two

And if you need me to add on more, I bring it through

Cuz I got a trunk for niggas who say they ain’t scared

Go for your gun, I let my mack ten braid ya hair

With a little style, I call presto change-o

When the bullets in the chamber, I press it to change, yo

Right back atcha, with the knife and bat atcha

Better ask you could I smack you, if I didn’t, I was glad to

This that hard body shit, pump shotty shit

Niggas shooting the party up over a bitch, shit

This that ignorant shit, niggas pull a trigger, quick

This what ignorance is, yea fire and all this

If you dealing with bricks, then we gon' take it

And if you dealing with chips, then we gon' take it

But if you dealing with tips, my head shake it

Cuz my niggas is in this shit, and that’s crazy

Yeah, run a good tree from the yard, then

Juxx make you lick shots pon de squad, then

I rock rock wit that bang bang boogie

Stomp through hot blocks with that thang thang wit me

It’s all gravy and mashed potatoes, I smash haters

Bust bullets, blast tazers, slash razors

Say my rap sheet is longer than my wrap sheet

Young niggas ask me, rhyming to a rap beat

Crack in the days of the eighties

Produced alotta inner city hood crack babies

Bird niggas moving like a chicken with his throat slit

But I bet I lean 'em when I hit 'em wit this dope shit

Never slip, slack off and blowing your back off

Niggas is wack soft, we throwing your track off

Never got a pack off, fuck the jack off

I’mma let the latch off and pop ya cap off

This that hard body shit, pump shotty shit

Niggas shooting the party up over a bitch, shit

This that ignorant shit, niggas pull a trigger, quick

This what ignorance is, yea fire and all this

If you dealing with bricks, then we gon' take it

And if you dealing with chips, then we gon' take it

But if you dealing with tips, my head shake it

Cuz my niggas is in this shit, and that’s crazy