Slap Boxing (feat. Rock & Ruste Juxx)

[Sean Price]

My son got a gun, I say shoot, that's where the gat'll spray

Make these faggot niggaz go that a way, run

Your fab five is jumping, big knives, guns, bats and sticks

Fuck all that rapping shit

Give a fuck about your bar with the verse, put pa in a hearse

Best bet is throw your car in reverse

You can act up if you want, clapped up in ya front

Pull ya chest and ya back, skit left hooded laugh

Y'all niggaz do the row when I rhyme

Matter fact use a gun when I rhyme, yo

I throw shots from the back of the rover

Chickenwing Bob Backlund, that tag on your sofa

Niggaz actin' like they don't know Sean, til I

Run up on 'em, smack 'em up with the fo'fo nam

Focus the fire, throw shots, hopin' you die smokin'

Alot after the toast is retired, motherfucker

[Rustee Juxx]

Yo, fucking with Juxx, you already know what crime it is

Hard body beat breaking, that's what kinda rhyme it is

Kingston Ave., you already know who grind it is

Black beretta, special opt, that's what kinda nine it is

Body the wax, first I grab 'em by the neck

Then I throw the sawed shotty to back

Cold blooded, black hearted, swing the mac retarded

My weed clientele, excel my crack market

Shawshank swangeler, monster track mangler

Wild cowboy, two hosters on my wrangler's

Barbarian, I'm a savage, street viking

Bullet street striking, faster than grease lightning

Spit volcano, rain, hail, fire

Cuz misery sell millions, and pain sell hater

Fiend for the foam, my throne is indestructable

Niggaz like 'word, son, them niggaz cant fuck with

you'

[Rock]

Aiyo, I kick the ground when I walk

I mean that shit get towned when I walk

The pound, and they get be down for ya thoughts

They be on the ground with the thoughts, have ya thoughts

All over the ground in the park, make a sound when I talk

Shhhh, it is the greatest, underrated MC

Niggaz hate but don't say it to me, they get caste in the three

The move that you making is peace, ready to Jason, is to be like

Damn, keep these niggaz away from the grease, please

Bad news, gun click