Sean Price - Scum lyrics

[Verse 1: Black Milk] Random, random, push till they fall back Grabbing the ball back, while I'm grabbin' the hard hat Hard act to follow, we the hard pill to swallow You cotton that sit in an aspirin bottle Random Axe smash the throttle, grew up where's ice cold Where n***as gamble with their life like a dice bowl This ain't a light show, but you see them red blues Flashin' on the tittie screen, Channel 7 news Where those lil dudes reach for rugers Never surf the internet, never own computers You know the name, don't know the face, then he the mover Whoever's quietest in the room, then he the shooter The old heads don't understand, askin' how come? We don't think like Martin, Malcolm was the outcome Any means nece-ssary yeah, where I'm from While I had pops, most grew up without one All they had was d**, where the street wars met Walkin' out everyday, with the Devil on yo doorstep Sittin' on your porch in the post This the city limit, where you see they have no remorse at [Hook] It's gone, gone, outta the slum Bang bang put it in the air Bang bang, feel it over here, over there Bang bang, don't nobody care what you had [Bridge] Meanwhile, we find Sean P on the toilet rolling a spliff f** is on his mind? [Verse 2: Sean P] Four fifth for your face And yo faculty f** boys, forfeit in your face sh**tin', watchin', you sittin' on grapes Pre-payed, premeditated and murdered the aim, P! Achin' yo kimfolks, a.k.a. the ape in the window A trafficking ? A Budweiser African king poster I'm doin' my damn thing Them n***as claim king but ain't doin' a damn thing That's my word to my moms I neva heard no one of ya songs: “f** outta here!” And I don't dislike you I disliked the dude that said I disliked you Long kiss, long fist, b**h, goodbye Can't f** with P, new fish to fry, P! [Interlude] Time like here, I wasn't playing This not for declaration, ? If they ain't there with me, they gotta come right The got ? something [Verse 3: Guilty Simpson] Once again, it's Mr. I-Am-Not-Yo-Friend From the city where it's commonly a tragic end They mad again, squeezin' what they hold to leave a hole in you Half a** n***as are half again Mashin' it, American sh**, keep yo foreign cars They still like they war and odds They got help waitin' Two pretty heaters, they named ‘em both: Dropper-Dead-Gorgeous and Breath-Takin' You'd rather check Satan, inhale while he inhales powder Softwhite, they put it down in the lab like Walt White Soft fights is what they give em Talkin' workin' on their off nights The bar's tight, they sendin' nears off on sight, overnight The fairput cats on your overbite Sweetcats, I know your life Burbon cats, I know your wife Poet night, shake a house, no Poltergeist Takin' flicks and yo stolen nights, the clip's rollin' right Paper chasin' with this door in sight Takin' ten kingpins out, they ballin' stripes Show you right where they buried, right and they smoked his pipe It's medicin through a cobra's bite I hold the mic with the real concern in the facts Wait no more, return to the acts Return fire … Earn a writer when I burn a squire Self employed, the murder higher