Bobby MC Bars

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean Price] Friends boogie, the shot burn couples Jim Snuka from top turn buckles All of ya'll bitch, go against the warrior prince Walking on rose petal, metal, the four to the fifth, P Battle off bars Blasting off, dashing off in a Hasselhoff car Mind over matter, the fuck the matter with y'all? Divine rhyme pattern, and Ruck is badder than y'all Seen near, spitting new shit, infectious lines Clean your ear with a Q-Tip and Check the Rhime Sean from a Tribe called Shabazz It's on sight, I might leave a knife in yo ass Truly back search how come? Sean's so nice, Kool G Rap's first album Shit I spit is facts, exquisite with the raps But I feel that I'm slipping through the cracks, P! [Hook: Ike Eyes] Slipping through the cracks, dipping through the trap Just trying to finish my pack Soon as I get done, I'm gone get one I'm gone get some That's my shit son Slipping through the cracks, dipping through the trap Just trying to finish my pack Soon as I get done, I'm gone get one I'm gone get some That's my shit son [Verse 2: Sean Price] Listen, I'm out dazed the hammer Deuce deuce when Bruce is outraged and angered Cops got the photo, on the low though, he's a bitch Pop a shot in the stomach, "Manolo shoot the piece of shit" Pad, the hotel, cocaine, who is he? Schoolly D music, this shit a movie to me Distributing the packs, gripping on the mac And I'm slipping through the cracks You got fat, while I starve Sket drawn, It's on this the ballad from Marv Kidnap a kid, if you think I ain't bout that Mail you the major digit, extra finger to count that, P! [Hook: Ike Eyes] Slipping through the cracks, dipping through the trap Just trying to finish my pack Soon as I get done, I'm gone get one I'm gone get some That's my shit son Slipping through the cracks, dipping through the trap Just trying to finish my pack Soon as I get done, I'm gone get one I'm gone get some That's my shit son