Termanology - What Now lyrics

[Verse One: Sean Price] Ayo Dexter Manley Pull skets wet your family Overstand the underhanded ways of my camp B Sean Price the general so generally speakin' I'll put ten in your body your friends be leakin' Never chill on the weekend, the sun don't chill Gat will spray on a Saturday cause I'm from the 'Ville Got no time for petty lines Rappin' your stupid sh** You can get a fist in your face for f**in' with the pugilist Sean ain't new to this Rappin' awhile now Happy drug dealer, sell crack with a smile now Karate chop crillz, Johnny Knoxville Get high from my own supply, that's not real Your arms too short to box with the god Ya weed wack, don't smoke pot with the god Listen Sean Price is the prophet of profit The best nation is donation, Elijah Mohammad P! [Scratch Hook] "What now" "Put the static up another notch" - Black Moon 'War Zone' "N.D. no doubt" "Open up the world people, lend me your ears" - Dilated Peoples 'Reach Us' "Yes, yes y'all" - Common 'I Used to Love H.E.R.' "Will you realize that my ish don't stop?" "Hands clap on, snare drums tap on" - J-Live 'Longevity' "Word up" [Verse Two: Muneshine] Your man Mune seen a lot of charades That's why I body rap types with a mic, f** a Prada parade No Robin/robbin' I get the Batman/bat man I swing fast and crack, look dawg I lay these ? up in the Satscan I throw tape in the task and a pro with the tools ? vocal after the plaques man I want cash man, save your lines Your talk is cheap so I pay you no mind Yo f** that Your man Mune is no longer naive I no longer believe in the big dreams you'll no longer achieve (say word) I gets focused with ease, I say whatever I please And watch the labels fork over the cheese It's that simple I travel with a vintage flow But I'm not the same producer/rapper that you think you know Legendary when I carry the mic It's type scary, don't compare me to the rest of these hype kids I'm askin' What now? [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three: Termanology] Ayo, Puerto Rican Term but this ain't no Reggaeton Yo I'm, gettin' in on like Rakim in his zone And every track I do is gettin' complemented on If you bluer than Snoop or redder than Jim Jones I'm back up in the wire, I'm here to set it in stone I ain't tryin' to get the king, I'm just tryin' to get on Kinda funny how my flow just switch on every song For that Cash, Money, Hoes like Ja, X and Hov I know I'm gonna go triple plat before the day I die Plus I'm gonna slay every track and I be sayin' "Hi" Man if you two n***as scrap then n***a stay inside Rappers, they be sayin' they strapped, but they be sayin' lies I be livin' out in the X, but I be out in Queens B.K., S.I., Manhattan and I done seen Many Bloods and Crips, Disciples and Latin Kings And I be doin' this sh** for y'all so all my n***as scream What!? [Scratch Hook]