It's Nothing (Free Style)

(album: Donkey Sean Jr.: The Official Mix CD - 2004)

Yo, I eat your food dawg, the Eukanuba chewer
Shooting my luger, you bitch niggas know the maneuver
It's Sean Price, Dutch Master, rolling some stink dank
With a big gun and shells that'll pop at your think tank
Now back to the topic at hand, Glock in my hand
Pop it and scram, salat with Saddam
Mom's like "Leave them drugs alone boy, you gon' die."
That's the pot calling the kettle black I know her ass high
I'm sober
Shit, Kennedy Fried Chicken specials come with free soda
You ball hurting
Leave a scar pa murking
Through the woods like LeVar Burton with his heart hurting

[Heavy breathing]
Run nigga run!

I beat on niggas
Get deep on niggas
Chew the concrete up and spit street on niggas
Never been to sleep with
I will creep on niggas
With the heat till they ride out the Jeep with niggas
First of all half these bastards gay
I should blast the trey
Fuck it, knock 'em out Cassius Clay
Fucking punks jump up to get beat down
The pump go dumping and throw heat down all on your mug
Sean Price showing all of your love
Black, whites, Canadians
Hindus, Jews, Japs and Arabians
Haitian niggas on the corner, sop I say
Cop that yay'
Get knocked guess it's not out Akh day
Fucking punks be fronting in the street now
Punks get lumped up in street now fucking with Sean
Half the time I write but
Sometimes I'm wrong but
Fuck it's nothing I'm Sean
Motherfucker yeah