Sean Price - Irrationally Speaking lyrics

[Verse One] Ayo I thought, who the f** told you to think jerk? You're funny style, b**h n***a rocking a pink shirt Goof ball n***as Doof ball n***as Cross dressing, funny style, Ru Paul n***as Here's the latest duke, peep the truth y'all n***as Biting my sh**, till the god shoot y'all n***as Yo, Sean Price put a co*k in the throat Playing Aaliyah song rocking the boat Yo, I'm a grown man I'm a stone man You a six minute Dougie Fresh on the phone man Yo, one of the best you one of the worst I put this gun to your chest leave blood on your shirt n***as acting all hard but they fake as sh** Had me ga**ed till I saw them n***as taking sh** Duke ya, one of the worst, I'm on of the best I put this gun to your shirt leave blood on your chest n***a [Hook] You have hanged (Hanged yourself) Or he will bang (Bang your health) It's Ruck The Irrational b**h La, la, la, la, la, la, la [Verse Two] Peep the motherf**ing tools of the trade I run with Puerto Rican n***as that fool with the blade That's a stereotype, I can never stereotype No radio songs for me, stereo type You a motherf**ing son of a b**h Always telling the cops, like your pops you a son of a snitch I don't be running with motherf**ers who be running they lip Percolate with the pound and get crunk in this b**h And I don't give a f** about half of the rappers that's out Half of the rappers that's out need to be slapped in they mouth First of all, what the f** y'all n***as rapping about? Ray Ray, KeKe Bobo, what you yapping about? I'm one of the best Y'all b**h n***as one of the worst I put this gun to your chest leave blood on your shirt You one of the worst Sean Price one of the best Put some blood on your shirt with my gun on your chest n***a [Hook] Ayo Reign Of The Tec co*k back, aiming a [?] Grace the lame, felt the flame on his neck Battered and bruised Bum b**h, shattered and used Date rape, great ape pa, making the news Add the B.C. Michael Jackson and Soloman Grundy Scare the kids for the love of the money You can run, you can hide but d**h is near You ain't hearing me right Since I left this air Yo, this is an Official Joint Don't believe me, come watch the pistol point Up in your grill Sean Price up in the 'ville Told y'all motherf**ers to just chill Y'all ain't listen [Hook]