Price & Shining Armor

Lyrics

[Intro: Sean Prince] Yo! Listen... [Verse 1: Sean Price] Afghanistan, bombed out, depleted I'm weeded, needin' an Ativan Run up on a rapper when rappin', that's when I slap a fan Bone-crunchin' Mickey the gypsy needed a caravan Half-man half-amazing, Mandela You know the flow is so hard, tell her, Duck Down Is the label, but - fuck a record deal Broke after I smoke and the motherfucking sucker meal P! Keep ignorin' my shit, B I'll punch your shit off like the Story of Ricky All in my face like a rap battle Fuck around and catch all of the eight when the gat rattles That hardcore rappin' is played out Till I hardcore slap you and ask you what's played out (What's played out, man?) P! Indeed the grown Squeeze the chrome, please believe it nigga, Caesar home [Verse 2: Sean Price & Ruste Juxx] Verse two, sunroof casket for the earth dirt view Work wet, wet work with the sket wet, who? Vest protect chest, but never ya neck duke Dave Tua, fist of rage, I wave Rugers Engage shooters in battles, better behave, junior Aiyo, kill noid paragraph, crack ground, shatter glass Ill boy, Madagas', bitch with a fatter ass Top on the rooftop, spit shine my shit Pitch grind my strip, switch crime rhyme hits Got a towel, better throw it in Front line banging, P, cover me I'm going in War path is bloody, damaged from one sword stroke 48 tracks to slide and the board broke What it do, coke kilogram crew (what up?) The bars is barbaric, Encino Man 2 Paul Bunyan on the corner with the onion In the booth I'm the dragon breathing fire out the dungeon Fuck a metaphor, fuck you think the metal for Put the mic down, fuck rap, peddle raw Street fighter, Juxx strike like Bison The nigga ghostwriting for Price on Mic Tyson