Текст песни Sean Price - Shut the Fuck Up

Bismillah ir-Rahman ir-Rahim! Back to the block, I pop squads, air your team, Hip-hop gwap shit, I'm still grabbin' pennies, Rap game got me mad, Deric Angelettie. New school niggas wack, you seen the vet startin', Got a few left in me nigga I'm Brett Farvin'. Niggas sorta rap, and they sing songs, I'm guerrilla rap, call me King Kong. Rap soldiers, Special Forces, Navy Seal, Conquer the rap game without a major deal, Livin' the fast life, speedin' on the autobahn, Slow the car down, the car seat contain my daughter Shaun. Sean major knife, Sean slay ya, Revoke your ghetto pass, stupid nigga, John Mayer. Coke in the car and heat in my lap, Mothafucka, this is deeper than rap! Mothafucka, Shut the fuck up! P! Shut the fuck up, nigga, yeah, Talkin' all that bullshit, nigga! What up, P? Listen! Firecracker, rap with a short fuse, Backsmack a rapper for rappin' with Auto-tunes. Fuckin' rappin' computer thug, Stick the hard drive in your ass, computer love. Name your top 5 rappers, I'll smack shit outta them, they not live rappers. Backpack rappers, fuck all the bullshit, Open the backpack with a gat and a full clip. Every verse is kinda raw, old man rappin', you can't fuck with a dinosaur, I'm a Jurassic bastard, haphazardly clap at your faculty tragic. Magic, David Blaine, make rappers disappear when I change the game, P! M-I-C Tyson, assault and battery charge when the God seen writing. Mothafucka, Shut the fuck up!
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