Shake Down - Sean Price, Sean Price feat. Steele, Starang Wondah, Sean Price feat. Starang Wondah, Steele

P!

Yeah

Yo, Dru-Ha what up?

Let’s play freeze tag with icepicks

Nightshift, selling white shit to white chicks

Bikes with vicegrips, scuffed up Huffies

For the crime, do Shyne time, that’s fucked up Puffy

You the type to get fucked up monthly, beat down daily

And smoke up your disability check

Sean Price, 'bout as real as it get

I’m no fool, I’m old school like I’m Artis Gilmore with the sket

If ya', walk on my block and talk about Ruck

You get touched motherfucker, 'cause you talk too much

Come walk with P (P), so you all can see

How I get dough, spit flows, to a awkward beat

Better look both ways 'fore you cross the street

The Pirelli’s on the Porsche push you off your feet

Sean P, one half of the incredible rap team

Y’all niggas smoked out, incredible crack fiends

Ayo, y’all niggas is too old to think the way you do

And you cowards, never do what you say you do

I’m in the hood, running with the same crazy crew

And you ain’t nice, you sound like Jay-Z too

Niggas is frontin' (word up), actin' like bad boys

Y’all move in silence, we make mad noise

When it’s beef in the streets, we don’t try and make peace

I got killas that just blaze and they don’t make beats

S dot, size R, with the long sleeve

Ghetto bitch, fat ass, with the long weave

Ayo get down, lay down, everybody get on the floor

This is beef, you don’t want that pa

Better warn everybody in ya' city or town

Let 'em know what what, this is a shakedown

Ayo get down, lay down, everybody get on the floor

This is beef, you don’t want that pa

Better warn everybody in ya' city or town

Let 'em know what what, this is a shakedown

Three star camouflage, mob the bar

Vodka, cognac, it’s a Mardi Gras

Roll a big Marley y’all, Fronto cigar

I got mami in the back with the God

Back to the car, get it in the back of the car

Had her, fiddlin' with the latch on the bra

I was, tuggin' at the strap on her thong

Thuggin' like a rap nigga song, grindin', to the crack of the dawn

She make a nigga wanna come back in the morn'

Make her want a nigga back, after I’m gone

That’s what I’m on, baby got back, word is bond

Have you like 'Damn, that shit is wrong'

Have you like 'Damn, that shit is song'

Strip down, lay down, sell or it goes through withdrawal

Four door, gator poured on 24s

Bucktown USA, connect with ya' boys

Ayo shorty look good

Nah she ugly but I’m drunk as hell, so fuck it, shorty look good

The bitch did E, plus she smoke good trees

So me being who I be, I had to do me

The bitch wanted me to straight spend the cash

Slowed up, slow fuck, Teddy Pendergrass, no

I’m quick to bend yo' ass

The fuck over now jump in ya' Timbs and dash, yo

She talkin' 'bout that ain’t fair

Bitch that’s two dollars, fuck you mean, «that ain’t fare?»

Yo, Sean Price, and the price is cheaper

Only splurge on Iceberg, Nike’s and reefer

Timberland boots, and plus a gun to shoot

And a pocket full of coke, in case I don’t recoup

'Cause, time is money and money is time

And I just got enough time, to get that money

Ayo get down, lay down, everybody get on the floor

This is beef, you don’t want that pa

Better warn everybody in ya' city or town

Let 'em know what what, this is a shakedown

Ayo get down, lay down, everybody get on the floor

This is beef, you don’t want that pa

Better warn everybody in ya' city or town

Let 'em know what what, this is a shakedown