Boom Bye Yeah

Lyrics

[Intro: Sean Price & 5 Ft.] Shut the fuck up and, and record the shit man, 'fore I come up there and bet the shit out you b Word up, Boom Bye Yeah nigga, let's go Yeah, come on, yeah, come on (Yeah) Yeah, throw ya' hands up (Yeah) Come on, yeah, come on, yeah ([?] what up?) Sean P! ([?] what up?) Sean P! ([?] what up?) Get at these niggas, son! [Verse 1: Sean Price] You can catch me in a tenement Doing too much drugs, straight Jimi Hendrix-in' Pop's a drinker, my mom's on dope Pick up they bad habit, now the God do both Popping some pills, sniffing a line, drinking some wine Up in the club, grabbing my gun, fucking with Shyne Bling bling (bling bling), it's a Sean Price thing Too many clowns want the crown, but there only one king I'm the King, ask Rock, there is none higher Bitch-ass niggas better call me sire Burn my kingdom, must use fire Big bag of weed, a dutch and some E-Z Wider Yo, Ruck had a drug habit and all Bust matics, chrome static I ain't fucking wit' y'all Don't get my hands dirty, I got goons that spray Quick to kill a motherfucker like boom bye yeah [Chorus: Sean Price] Dru-Ha, what up? Yeah, yeah Buckshot, what up? Yeah, yeah Big Rock, what up? Yo, yo Tek-N-Steel what up? Yo "First name Sean, last name Price" [Verse 2: Sean Price] I step in the ring weighing an even 200 Lost twenty pounds in B-ville, fucking around with E pills So I took a trip to Jack LaLanne Got my weight back like that when I snatched the chain Duke I'm hardcore, far more than the average In Job Corps, I smoke more than you bastards Y'all niggas ain't fucking with Ruck Wilding out like it's dust in my dutch, motherfucker Stupid bitches think the god got plenty dough Just because they saw a motherfucker up on Jenny Jones Have to step back and laugh at these hoes I'm Sean Price, the brokest rapper you know, nice to meet ya Ike Turner when rocking the wife beater You step on my toes, hoes and you're wiping my sneakers Yeah [Chorus: Sean Price] Rustee Juxx, what up? Yo, yo Illa Noyz, what up? Yo, yo Elroy, what up? Yo, yo Sethlow, what up? Yo "First name Sean, last name Price" [Verse 3: Sean Price] You can say what you want, just spell my name right First name Sean, last name Price Nigga I'm David Ruffin in the flesh Fucked up in the game, but never the less, I'm the best Y'all, niggas be rhyming about nothing I rhyme about nothing and sound like something I used to sell crack and listen to Redman Now I smoke black, while I'm getting some head, damn Sean Price, always broker than most That's why the gun smoke chokin' your folks Stick 'em up, Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can See Yo this ain't Busta Rhymes, bang! Bust a nine, bang! Roughest and toughest, so don't fuck with mine I will, snuff 'em and cut 'em, before he fuck with mine, yo [Outro: Sean Price] What up? GRB, what up? Dan The Man, what up? Sean Price, what up? "Sean Price"