Текст Sean Price – Directors Cut

Yeah, the feeling is mutual
You hate me, I hate you, this the part where I shoot at you

(Alright in this scene, the rapper disses you
Here’s the gun, annnnnnnnnnnnnd ACTION!)

Aiyyo, idle threats from you rappers don’t move me
I know tough and y’all niggas straight out the movies

(And CUT~! That was a good one, that was a good one
Let’s get ready for the next shot)

Shorty, you treat it with class, I treat it like dirt
I put my, dick in the ass and my hand in the purse, P!

… oh I can fuck you in yo’ ass, fuck around and catch somethin
… but I can’t get no motherfuckin call

Aiyyo, it’s nothin to throw the gat to you guys, I wouldn’t do it cause
Rattin at an all-time high, you probably do it

… y’all niggas talk too much man, sign a statement
… affadavit-ass niggas man, feh

Y’all motherfuckers weak and you frail, I’m no fool
I went to war with the Ricans in jail, I’m old school

… peace to Ike, Oz, Agallah
… my man PF Cuttin, all my spanish niggas, whattup?

Matter fact, I took your sneakers in jail
Cut your cheek, blood skeet, next week I make bail, P!

… word up, hehehe, fresh new Airs
… the white and burgundy ones

Yo chillin in the city is hard
Niggas bugged out, livin like the city of Gods

… UNDERSTAND