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Sean Price

Genres: Hip-Hop

Frankenberry Lyrics - Sean Price

One for the money, two for the dough 

Three for the paper, that's all that I know 

Broke with a job, or crook with the cash 

You be hoping to God I don't put my foot in your ass 

Got my foot on the gas, and I'm running the red 

Put this pack in your ass, I just gun you dreads 

Never go on the block, like I used to do 

Why go on the block, all my niggas moved 

Mister boom bap rap whatever 

The black leather match the black Nike Venoms 

So nice that my wife be in em 

Body the great grape ape 

Probably break one eighth of your face off 

Break north 

Fake and soft, pa and I hate all of you 

Punch you in the face now you able to taste barbecue 

Hard to do this, I'm doing me 

You can do what you do, just don't do it in front of P 

Personally, it's nothing personal 

You send a verse for me, I'll send a hearse to you 

Clearly it's that, the realer you act 

I'm actually one of the rappers that really can rap 

 

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One for the money, two for the dough 

Three for the paper, that's all that I know 

You call that a show, it's more of a circus 

You tryna hear Buck flow, still calling 'em nervous 

You fall for the service, you fall on your face 

Judging shit backwards, stop calling this case 

Now I'm all in your space, cause I'm outta this world 

And if I show what's on my plate, say goodbye to your girl 

She really a bird, cause you're giving her seeds 

Then leave, now she expect the same shit from me 

Please, use your knees for a stand 

You got a "Big Mouth", now Whodini my lil' man 

Damn, it's a new pedestal that I sit on 

Son, I'mma shit on better stools 

The tools that I use, two hammers 

One for the nail in your coffin, the next for your life after 

 

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Personally, it's nothing personal 

You send a verse to me, I'll send a hearse to you 

Clearly it's that, really you're wack 

I'm actually one of them rappers that really can rap 

I'm actually one of them clappers that actually strap 

I'm actually running with Africans, trafficking smack 

I'm actually smacking the nap off your faculty jack 

Exploiting the Black, nigga nap Cadillac rap 

Fake fuck, I will fuck up your face 

Fuck face fingers, fuck trigger nigga the ape 

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