Refrigerator P! (Original Mix)

Lyrics

[Intro] Rrr Yeah Listen Sean [Verse 1: Sean Price] It go nice rap and Mic Tyson fans, no Tight fashion, Mike Jackson pants Dancing machine Adamantium rapping regime The shit you holding is shit, colon cancer the cream Slugs move everything around me, S.M.E.A.M. (S.M.E.A.M.?) Huh? What the fuck that mean? Kick over your kids stroller, nigga, Ruck, that mean Mean Gene Okerlund spoken the word of Kareem So sacrilegious with the word rhyme gestures Sold crack to bitches in they third trimester Huh, you know how it go You know my flow dope ala Héctor Lavoe Never catch P on the girl song I smack shit out your "We Are the World" song Get a hater scary My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry [Chorus: Rock] You gonna make me kill a hater, P (Not you, son) We gonna get'em a little later, P (Got 'eem) Hit 'em with that widow maker, P (Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh) It's my nigga, Refrigerator P Fuck around with P and get yo whole shit bent I'm MC slappin', that's what happenin' Attack you like a linebacker Bustin' yo shit Sean Price Knock out yo fuckin' lights! [Verse 2: Sean Price] Yo Shot somebody fam, clapped the nine Lock my body, can't trap my mind Raps divine father, father divine I Conversate with the congregation that's relating with mine You new to the one, two Can't escape your fate Great, who can I run to? True, words of nerds don't hurt me Half man half machine, the team's Murphy (Murphy, its you) On and on 'til the break of dawn Making Shaun mad she's like, "Dad, fuck making songs" Nigga the gun out Gun pop and one cops say, "Nigga done gummed out" Get a hater scary My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry [Pre-Chorus] Attack you like a linebacker Bustin' yo shit, makin' you bleed Sean Price Knock out yo fuckin' lights! [Chorus: Rock] You gonna make me kill a hater, P (Not you, son) We gonna get'em a little later, P (Got 'eem) Hit 'em with that widow maker, P (Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh) It's my nigga, Refrigerator P Fuck around with P and get yo whole shit bent I'm MC slappin', that's what happenin' Attack you like a linebacker Bustin' yo shit Sean Price Knock out yo fuckin' lights! [Outro] Attack you like a linebacker Bustin' yo shit, bustin' yo, bustin' yo, yo, shit Attack you like a linebacker Bustin' yo shit, bustin' yo, bustin' yo, yo, shit Attack you like a linebacker Bustin' yo shit, bustin' yo, bustin' yo, yo, shit Attack you like a linebacker Bustin' yo shit, bustin' yo, bustin' yo, yo, shit Attack you like a linebacker [Skit: Patrice O'Neal] When I came up, dude Football was a gla– it was gladiators It was angry, it was angry Like, when we hit somebody, when I played And he didn't get up We used to do a Indian, like, sell a hump dance circle around Like, "Man, look at you"