Solidify

Hey yo, glass of Hen, Hydro, make my eyes low

Why those niggas like grilling son, i don't know

On the av(enue) impressin them silly whores

Rockin mad jewels and ice, but yo is it realy yours?

Fakin ass nigga, hatin ass nigga

Sayin peace god even thankin ass nigga

I ain't scared I said it on Jamaican ass niggas

Bust dred in the head and escape fast with yah figures

Flows tight like your daughters' twat, yo you oughta stop

Bullshit you sayin, but fuck you call the cops

Mo thug keep a bitch in this shit

I'm lifitn the fifth and leave you dead on pickin the cris

Air out hit nine-five-north we switch lanes

On my way to Buffalo we sell crack to Rick James

Dedicate this to niggas who say fuck Sean and

DJs who don't play rock a ruck songs might

Walk up in yah station and rip up your playlist

Play this before i run up and and gun up and spray shit

You on some gay shit like Lamar Latrell

And whenever I sing shit it be hard as hell

Chorus:

Yo wherever you at throw yo hands in the air

My dog Sean P he gon eat this year

I can feel ya'll, it's all about the dollar bill ya'll

Move too fast my dog might have to kill ya'll

Hey yo b-tape pad and pen, rap shit

Arm and hammer cocaine, crack shit

44 Calico Desert Eagle gat shit

4 chicken wings pork fried rice, cat shit

FAKE niggas and bitch thugs ruckus will smack shit

Timbaland boxes and bank accounts where I stack shit

Kelly Price, Big Pun, 8-Ball, fat shit

Niggas who can't fuck with Ruck on that wack shit

My dick, my girl, KY Jelly, sex shit

GS, LS, LX, that's that Lex shit

Statewide to oversea tours, nigga reck shit

Calisthetics and Tae Bo, on some flex shit

Mike Piazza, John Franco, on some Mets shit

Pinch you welfare and social secutiry check shit

Spit on your moms pull out her weave disrespect shit

You gettin soo close, get off that next shit

Chorus:

Yo wherever you at throw yo hands in the air

My dog Sean P he gon eat this year

I can feel ya'll, it's all about the dollar bill ya'll

Move too fast my dog might have to kill ya'll

Hey yo I'm Sean Price, no relation to Vincent

Used to be the man, up untill some dam recent

Bullshit went down, Sean had to get down he clowns with the tre pound

Skip towns in the Greyhound

Big weight how, bitin all means just as neccessary

You temporary rock ruck remain legendary

Never worry, ice and cream just like Ben & Jerry

Then if any nigga disrespect meet the cemetery

Secondary niggas try, to attack Sean

But I strap with the bomb my gat in the Qur'an so

Never think a nigga ain't prepared for what the feeble do

Beat you to a pulp insult ya folks and your people too

Traum medicine, always keep Sean better and I said it then

It's lights out like Tom Edison

You'll never win-your head hurt, here's Excedrin

Gotta keep it locked for the props and Benjamins

Got mad niggas at home, should reconsider and

They carrer they feel fear like Senior citizen and

You see the shit I'm in..

Chorus:

Yo son, yo, yo wherever you at throw yo hands in the air

My dog Sean P he gon eat this year

I can feel ya'll, it's all about the dollar bill ya'll

Move too fast my dog might have to kill ya'll