Still Grimey

Lyrics

[Verse 1: U-God] Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's Guess whose back, the jack of all trades is next The rap cuisine, I crack a raw egg and flex I cave in your chest, this one came from the 'jects Yeah, the cause and effect, make innocent blood pour The streets is like the rap game, a daily tug of war For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggas come for test [Chorus: U-God] Still grimey (Grimey, nigga) Still slimy (Slimy) Don't try me (Don't try me, nigga) It's been ten long years, you can't untie me (Ayo, listen, ayo) [Verse 2: Sean Price] Rain fire and Ruck let the heat pour Niggas like, "Ruck, fuck you rhymin' to this beat for?" Listen, life is like a motherfuckin' seesaw One minute you hot, the next, "Yo, where's Rock?" None of your biz, fuck around and run in your crib Wife like, "He ain't here", throw some to your wiz Niggas running up on me, 'til the tre' pound click Talking 'bout "Ruck, let's battle" on some 8 Mile shit I'm like, nigga, my name ain't B-Rabbit It's Sean Price, Big Ruckus from busting these ratchets (Bah!) Call me gay basher when fucking up these faggots Y'all niggas ain't nothing, stop fronting, stay passive Yo, pass the Dutch on the left hand side Sean gone till November, stole Wyclef ride Bob Backlund, car jacking, New Jersey driving Y'all niggas ain't think about rapping 'til you heard me rhyming, oh [Chorus: U-God] Still grimey (Grimey, nigga) Still slimy (Slimy, nigga) Don't try me (Don't try me, nigga) It's been ten long years, you can't untie me [Verse 3: Prodigal Sunn] I keeps it real in the field, Navy SEAL on the drill Never stingy with my bills, plenty gravy I spill Recorded in the history of rap, two inch reels Seven to ten deals, eleven to twenty hills Rest in peace to my brother Half-A-Mil Unnecessary blood spilt, another thug killed Move with the mass appeal, the blast still For the Cash Money Click, No Limits and no thrills Mad cuz your ho feeling P. Sunzini, give you As sweet as a kiwi, face it, you not me, nigga Ladi dadi, the Gods like to party We don't cause trouble, but we will make you a body Ladi dadi, the Sunn likes to party I don't cause trouble, but I will make you a body Flowin' high in the Maserati, two with my ninjas beside me Lively, floating on some Ducati's With two gellati's, two hotties, we never sloppy Jewelry rocky, Spanish pieces, they call me papi Clear fire Bacardi, sobered up like Gotti Rest in peace to my dog, Shotti [Chorus: U-God] Still grimey (grimey) Still slimy (slimy) Don't try me (don't try me) It's been ten long years, you can't untie me [Verse 4: C-Rayz Walz] On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts Standing by my building looking at myself in the truck My reflections (still grimey) Oscar the Grouch's worms (still slimy) I got a jones for Miss Piggy's ham hiney I can be a bum in the slums, and slam shiny On every corner, I'm grams, you can find me The boss of the burners, I fire shots if your nine speak This is true Manchu, and who you, fams too? Better have they face in the game, like the Blue Man Group I heard you smell me, I make it funky Rock hard and kick ass like, I hate you donkeys My oatmeal lumpy like Johnson's Bumpy, Harlem humpty Hungry wolves, pain's hummer, harbor hungry Dumpty, blazing trees, now leave an O.E. present Know why the hood feel me, like police presence [Chorus: U-God] Still grimey (grimey) Still slimy (slimy) Don't try me (don't try me) It's been ten long years, you can't untie me