Hot Breath

Lyrics

[Sean Price] Heir to the throne shit Spur of the moment Squab with the God, best prepare for atonement P popular but not that popular pa, I'll pop at ya Rock 'em Sock 'em Robot, the knots on top of ya Slap niggas with the Eagle, evil That nigga Black Jack Tripper at the Regal Beagle Bet I beast harder on a Beat Street father Keep heat, P slaughter peeps to keep his feet bomber Refuse to play phony Bruise on my back, I refuse to say Toby Disrespectful to me and my son Juxx Cry Freedom like Kunta Kinte with one foot (Ruste) Type far when I write, Sean crazy Never catch my daughter with a white doll baby Black and I'm proud, mix tobacco and loud So I roll my own spliff when I travel around Fire the rap, I strike when I'm hungered Lion on my back like the King of Zamunda Live and direct, the nine to your neck Express way to death from Imperius Rex P!