Letra Director's Cut - Sean Price
Yeah, the feeling is mutual
You hate me, I hate you, this the part where I shoot at you
(Alright in this scene, the rapper disses you
Here's the gun, annnnnnnnnnnnnd ACTION!)
Aiyyo, idle threats from you rappers don't move me
I know tough and y'all niggas straight out the movies
(And CUT~! That was a good one, that was a good one
Let's get ready for the next shot)
Shorty, you treat it with class, I treat it like dirt
I put my, dick in the ass and my hand in the purse, P!
... oh I can f*** you in yo' ass, f*** around and catch somethin
... but I can't get no motherfuc*** call
Aiyyo, it's nothin to throw the gat to you guys, I wouldn't do it cause
Rattin at an all-time high, you probably do it
... y'all niggas talk too much man, sign a statement
... affadavit-ass niggas man, feh
Y'all motherfuck*** weak and you frail, I'm no fool
I went to war with the Ricans in jail, I'm old school
... peace to Ike, Oz, Agallah
... my man PF Cuttin, all my spanish niggas, whattup?
Matter fact, I took your sneakers in jail
Cut your cheek, blood skeet, next week I make bail, P!
... word up, hehehe, fresh new Airs
... the white and burgundy ones
Yo chillin in the city is hard
Niggas bugged out, livin like the city of Gods
... UNDERSTAND