Lyrics Sean Price – Westside Story Freestyle
Text:
Yo, rain, fire and Ruck let the heat pour
Niggas like «Ruck, the fuck you rhymin’ to this beat for?»
Listen
Life is like a motherfuckin’ seesaw
One minute you hot and the next «Yo where’s Rock?»
None of ya biz
Fuck around and run in ya crib
Your wife like «He ain’t here», throw some at your wiz
Niggas runnin’ up on me till the trey pound click
Talkin’ ’bout «Ruck let’s battle» on some 8 Mile shit
I’m like…
«Nigga my name ain’t B. Rabbit, it’s Sean Price
Big Ruckus when bustin’ these ratchets
Or call me ‘Gay Basher’ when snuffin’ up these faggots.»
Y’all niggas ain’t tough when you’re frontin’, stay passive
Yo
Past the dutch on the left hand side
Sean Gone Till November stole Wyclef’s ride
Bob Backlund, car jackin’, New Jersey Drivin’
Y’all niggas ain’t think about rappin’ till you heard me rhymin’
What?
None of ya biz
Fuck around and run in ya crib
Your wife like «He ain’t here», throw some at your wiz
Niggas runnin’ up on me till the trey pound click
Talkin’ ’bout «Ruck let’s battle» on some 8 Mile shit
I’m like…
«Nigga my name ain’t B. Rabbit, it’s Sean Price
Big Ruckus when bustin’ these ratchets
Or call me ‘Gay Basher’ when snuffin’ up these faggots.»
Y’all niggas ain’t tough when you’re frontin’, stay passive
Yo
Past the dutch on the left hand side
Sean Gone Till November stole Wyclef’s ride
Bob Backlund, car jackin’, New Jersey Drivin’
Y’all niggas ain’t think about rappin’ till you heard me rhymin’
What?