Ruste Juxx - Slap Boxing lyrics

[Sean Price] My son got a gun, I say shoot, that's where the gat'll spray Make these f*ggot n***as go that a way, run Your fab five is jumping, big knives, guns, bats and sticks f** all that rapping sh** Give a f** about your bar with the verse, put pa in a hearse Best bet is throw your car in reverse You can act up if you want, clapped up in ya front Pull ya chest and ya back, skit left hooded laugh Y'all n***as do the row when I rhyme Matter fact use a gun when I rhyme, yo I throw shots from the back of the rover Chickenwing Bob Backlund, that tag on your sofa n***as actin' like they don't know Sean, til I Run up on 'em, smack 'em up with the fo'fo nam Focus the fire, throw shots, hopin' you die smokin' Alot after the toast is retired, motherf**er [Rustee Juxx] Yo, f**ing with Juxx, you already know what crime it is Hard body beat breaking, that's what kinda rhyme it is Kingston Ave., you already know who grind it is Black beretta, special opt, that's what kinda nine it is Body the wax, first I grab 'em by the neck Then I throw the sawed shotty to back Cold blooded, black hearted, swing the mac retarded My weed clientele, excel my crack market Shawshank swangeler, monster track mangler Wild cowboy, two hosters on my wrangler's Barbarian, I'm a savage, street viking Bullet street striking, faster than grease lightning Spit volcano, rain, hail, fire Cuz misery sell millions, and pain sell Higher Fiend for the foam, my throne is indestructable n***as like 'word, son, them n***as can't f** with You' [Rock] Aiyo, I shake the ground when I walk I mean I shake the town when I walk Flip pound and lay you down for your thoughts Lay you on the ground with your thoughts Have your thoughts all over the ground in the park Make a sound when I talk Shhhh, it is the greatest, underrated MC n***as hate but don't say it to me They get chased in a tree The moves you make in the piece Ready to get Jason to be like - damn Keep these n***as away from the grease, please Bad news, gun click; you die, yo You want good news, switch to Geico A n***a fight me gettin his eye closed And his shine stole, not you pa, your sh** rhinestones Think I don't know huh? Your j**elry corny It's cornier than cream corn and your team corny Ya whole fleet boring, born with a heat seaking pistol Locked on n***a jaw piece For talking that 'I can give and talk and see' Boy something like a phenomenon That's why, some sh**'s like a feel arm my strong It's like the "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous" b**h, they get used to rhyme and stunt, they wanna give it the an*s And bring it down, now, wow, how bout f** it, let 'em chow down on dick with sauerkraut Whyle out, have it come to the heaters, down South Roundhouse, any b**h, you get caught in the Brown Brown Brownsville!