Lyrics Sean Price – The 3 Lyrical Ps

Sean Price:
Yeah, P!
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
I could tell by your beard you don’t love Allah

It go, waste removal, we dispose brothers
Embarrassing the family, Keyshia Cole mother
Man down, stand down, blam rounds
Have bitch niggas thinking that me and my camp clowns
Listen, Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey
I’m strangling brothers, I’m harming them daily
I shoot a fair one with a midget
Duke, I shoot an airgun at a pigeon
Shut the fuck up
Y’all niggas is bantamweights
Fucking with the white with the Tony Montana face
Andre Iguodala
I smack shit out of you, make your padre give me dollars
I’m not just a rapper I’m a pain of my trade
Abstract art, just throw a grenade to your brains
Word to me and mine
Every word from P divine
I smack shit out of niggas dressing like Key of Shinee

Prodigy:
Yeah
The rap great, the beat crazy
On the daily, serve bullets across your temple get grazed it
Blood pouring out that vein, that’s not wavy
All I do in this world is get the money mainly
All I want in this world, my pretty ?

Styles P:
I hear you talking but it don’t mean shit
‘Cause niggas will pop on you like SEAL Team Six
Cheers to the killers in limousines
Those from Thailand with a ship through the Philippines
Soak the kerosene and thrown in the guillotine
Burnt with your head cut off, you don’t dream
You’re gelatin, my skeleton is like Wolverine’s
Your family come for revenge, blow ’em to smithereens
I’m like Morpheus on opiates
Matrix, facelift with the can opener
Gatling on the stand whenever the van open up
Doors slide, ?
hit your face like it’s rawhide
Bullets hit your teeth like it’s fluoride
I’ma bring you through hell, I’ll be the tour guide
So what you want the hawk or the.45?
Don’t you ask me ’bout no rappers they can all die