Bobby MC Bars - Sean Price, Ike Eyes

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the shot burn couples

Jim Snuka from top turn buckles

All of ya’ll bitch, go against the warrior prince

Walkin on rose petal, metal, the four to the fifth

Battle off bars

Blastin off

Dashin off in a Hasselhoff car

Mind over matter, the fuck the matter with ya’ll?

Divine rhyme pattern, and Ruck is badder than ya’ll

Seen near, spittin new shit, infectious lines

Clean your ear with a Q-tip and Check the Rhime

Sean from a tribe called Shabazz

It’s on sight, I might leave a knife in yo ass

Truly back search how come?

Sean’s so nice, Kool G Rap’s first album

Shit I spit is facts

Exquiste with the raps

But I feel that I’m slipping through the cracks

Slipping through the cracks, dipping through the trap

Just trying to finish my pack

Soon as I get done, I’m gone get one

I’m gone get some

That’s my shit son

Slipping through the cracks, dipping through the trap

Just trying to finish my pack

Soon as I get done, I’m gone get one

I’m gone get some

That’s my shit son

Listen, I’m out dazed the hammer

Deuce deuce when Bruce is outraged and angered

Cops got the photo, on the low though, he’s a bitch

Pop a shot in the stomach, «Manolo shoot the piece of shit»

Pad, the hotel, cocaine, who is he

Schoolly D music, this shit a movie to me

Distributing the packs, gripping on the mac

And I’m slipping through the cracks

You got fat, while I starve

Sket drawn, It’s on this the ballad from Marv

Kidnap a kid, if you think I ain’t bout that

Mail you the major digit, extra finger to count that

Slipping through the cracks, dipping through the trap

Just trying to finish my pack

Soon as I get done, I’m gone get one

I’m gone get some

That’s my shit son

Slipping through the cracks, dipping through the trap

Just trying to finish my pack

Soon as I get done, I’m gone get one

I’m gone get some

That’s my shit son