Moody Blues - Hope And Pray lyrics

(feat. 5 Ft)

[5 Ft.]

Yeah, come on, yeah come on

Throw ya hands up, yeah yeah

Sean P! Sean P!

Blast these niggaz son!

[Sean Price]

You can catch me in ya tenement, doing too much drugs

Straight Jimi Hendrexin', pop the drinker, my mom's on dope

Pick up they bad habit, now the God do both

Poppin' some pills, sniffin' a line, drinkin' some wine

Up in the club, grabbin' my gun, fucking my shine

Bling bling, bling bling, it's a Sean Price thing

Too many clowns want the crown, but it only one king

I'm, the King ask Rock, there is none higher

Bitch ass niggaz, better call me sire

Burn my kingdom, must use fire

Big bag of weed, a dutch and some Eazy Wire

Yo, Ruck at it, drug habit and all

Bust matics, chrome static I ain't fuckin' with y'all

Don't get my hands dirty, I got goons that spray

Quick to kill a motherfucker, like boom bye yeah

Dru Ha, what up, yeah yeah

Buckshot, what up, yeah yeah

Big Rock, what up, yo yo

Tek and Steel what up, yo yo

"First name Sean, last name Price"

[Sean Price]

I step in, and in weighing an even two hundred

Lost twenty pounds in e-ville, fuckin around with E pills

So I took a trip to Jacklin Lane

Got my weight back like that when I snatched the chain

Keep it hardcore, far more than the average

And job core, I smoke more than ya bastards

Y'all niggaz ain't fuckin' with Ruck

Whylin' like it's dust in my dutch, motherfucker

Stupid bitches think the god got plenty dough

Just because they sober, motherfucker I pull any jones

Have to step back and laugh at these hoes

I'm Sean Price, the brokest rapper you know, nice to meet ya

Ike Turner when rockin' the wife beater

You step on my toes, hoes and get white on my sneakers

Rustee Juxx, what up, yo yo

Illa Noyz, what up, yo yo

Elroy, what up, yo yo

Sephlo, what up, yo yo

"First name Sean, last name Price"

[Sean Price]

You can say what you want, just spell my

First name Sean, last name Price

Niggaz I'm David Ruffin in the flesh

Fucked up in the game, but never the less, I'm the best, yo

Niggaz be rhymin' bout nothing

I rhyme about nothing, and sound like something

I used to sell crack and listen to Redman

Now I smoke black, while I'm gettin' some head, damn

Sean Price, almost broker than most

That's why the gunsmoke chokin' ya throat, stick 'em up

Put ya hands where my eyes can see

Yo, this ain't Busta Rhymes, bong, bust a nine

Bong, roughest and toughest, so don't fuck with mine

I will, snuff 'em and cut 'em, before he fuck with mine, yo