Sean Price - Straight Music lyrics

[Verse 1] Stuck in a jam Why you wanna f** with me, fam? I'm tryna live a square life, you wanna f** up my plan Under a bus, f**er, I'll throw you under a van Throw the van in reverse and then I'll do it again Grand theft auto, the man with the sket also Two turntables, a tec that'll touch torsos, P! n***as thinking that the family sweet Run up on Ruck you'll get beat with hands and feet, n***a Kimbo Slice and a slice of Jim Kelly Thing go pop and it enter your thin belly f** being humble, I'm better than everybody Melancholy n***as get hit with a heavy shotty Dumb f**ers don't know how the rules go Young pups can't f** with the Cujo You bark better than you bite Yeah, I bark, but I'm better when I fight [Verse 2] Some of the nicest n***as in the game is friends If I do a song with 'em then the friendship'll end Sore loser Spitting the raw, ignore Rugers That n***a frauds like Jean Claude and broad movers East coast n***as, west coast n***as I eat most n***as with the sket close, n***a I make you mad you livin' f**ing with Sean Price, that's a bad decision I was once f**ed up, from the ash I risen A lot of fights, almost got slashed in prison Money on my head, you can ask my ibn This rap is a actual fact that's written I'll f** a n***a up, but if cash is given I will split a n***a head, call it bad division I dismember your memory, holmes Dedicate this to Timothy Stone