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[Intro: Sean Price] Let's go Listen [Verse 1: Sean Price] Stuck in a jam Why you wanna fuck with me fam? I'm tryna live a square life, you wanna fuck up my plan Under a bus, fucker, I'll throw you under a van Throw the van in reverse and then I'll do it again, uh Grand theft auto, the man with the sket also Two turntables, a TEC that'll touch torsos, P! Niggas thinking that the family sweet Run up on Ruck, you'll get beat with hands and feet, nigga Kimbo Slice and a slice of Jim Kelly Thing go pop and it enter your thin belly Fuck being humble, I'm better than everybody Melancholy niggas get hit with a heavy shotty Dumb fuckers don't know how the rules go Young pups can't fuck with the Cujo You bark better than you bite Yeah I bark but I'm better when I fight, P [Verse 2: Sean Price] Some of the nicest niggas in the game is friends If I do a song with 'em then the friendship'll end Sore loser, spitting the raw, ignore rumors Y'all niggas frauds like Jean Claude in broad bloomers East Coast niggas, West Coast niggas I eat most niggas with the sket close, nigga I make you mad you livin' Fucking with Sean Price, that's a bad decision I was once fucked up, from the ash I risen Lots of— fights, almost got slashed in prison I had money on my head, you can ask my ibn This rap is a— actual fact that's written I will fuck a nigga up, but if cash is given I will split a nigga head, call it bad division, P! I dismember your memory, Holmes Dedicate this to Timothy Stone P!