Slap Boxing (feat. Rock & Ruste Juxx)

Sean Price

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    [Sean Price]
    My son got a gun, I say shoot, that's where the gat'll spray
    Make these faggot niggaz go that a way, run
    Your fab five is jumping, big knives, guns, bats and sticks
    Fuck all that rapping shit
    Give a fuck about your bar with the verse, put pa in a hearse
    Best bet is throw your car in reverse
    You can act up if you want, clapped up in ya front
    Pull ya chest and ya back, skit left hooded laugh
    Y'all niggaz do the row when I rhyme
    Matter fact use a gun when I rhyme, yo
    I throw shots from the back of the rover
    Chickenwing Bob Backlund, that tag on your sofa
    Niggaz actin' like they don't know Sean, til I
    Run up on 'em, smack 'em up with the fo'fo nam
    Focus the fire, throw shots, hopin' you die smokin'
    Alot after the toast is retired, motherfucker

    [Rustee Juxx]
    Yo, fucking with Juxx, you already know what crime it is
    Hard body beat breaking, that's what kinda rhyme it is
    Kingston Ave., you already know who grind it is
    Black beretta, special opt, that's what kinda nine it is
    Body the wax, first I grab 'em by the neck
    Then I throw the sawed shotty to back
    Cold blooded, black hearted, swing the mac retarded
    My weed clientele, excel my crack market
    Shawshank swangeler, monster track mangler
    Wild cowboy, two hosters on my wrangler's
    Barbarian, I'm a savage, street viking
    Bullet street striking, faster than grease lightning
    Spit volcano, rain, hail, fire
    Cuz misery sell millions, and pain sell hater
    Fiend for the foam, my throne is indestructable
    Niggaz like 'word, son, them niggaz cant fuck with
    you'

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    [Rock]
    Aiyo, I kick the ground when I walk
    I mean that shit get towned when I walk
    The pound, and they get be down for ya thoughts
    They be on the ground with the thoughts, have ya thoughts
    All over the ground in the park, make a sound when I talk
    Shhhh, it is the greatest, underrated MC
    Niggaz hate but don't say it to me, they get caste in the three
    The move that you making is peace, ready to Jason, is to be like
    Damn, keep these niggaz away from the grease, please
    Bad news, gun click

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