Sean Price - Spliff N Wessun lyrics

(feat. Rustee Juxx)

[Sean Price]

It go stop with the bullshit

Playing game niggaz, hopskotch when the tool click

Don't make me pop ya

Ya black eye and blue, bitch, Frank Sinatra

You see SP, you'll be thinking rasta

Think it's peace & love, but I think to drop ya

Think gangsta rappers, got ya thinking mobster

It's a fact, you're and act, or, think you Oscar's, no

That's when I slap this jerk

Tell your Jesus piece, send him back to Catholic church

Niggaz actin' like my motherfuckin' gat don't work

Til you hit and then collapse in the dirt, I'm screamin' that you hurt

Motherfuckin' right, that shit hurt

Niggaz play tackle football with a plastic Nerf

Bitches with dreadlocks and drinks in the back

Suck dick, plus we make biscuits from scratch

[Rustee Juxx]

Niggaz dial 9-11

I told the Smif Wess, one nine, one-one

Forty five's and P2 29's

Storyline, it begins once upon a crime

Rustee Juxx in the gutter like stash crack

Any block, any bitch, I'ma smash that

Aiyo, fuck force 1's, rip stone in they goretex

Blaze up, fools you walk me through a vortex

Size 3, Brooklyn playalistic

Mossberg, music, duke don't get it twisted

[Sean Price]

Aiyo I shine (you shine)

In this day of time (we pop off ya head with the nine)

Nah (we not soft, go head with the lies

Duke you a knockoff, ya plans and designs is

Off the table, I'm dead broke, nigga, they cuttin' off my cable

[Rustee Juxx]

The criminal of the year, yea I'm back to rob

So take ya shine off when you see me on the job

Do to the mac, I'm strapped, ready to clap

React, stop runnin' ya yap, and runnin' ya stack

Sure carryin' top and blue gems

Flash you in ya Benz, for stoppin' gold rims

Pumpin' on the block, through rocks that glow stim

And I'm rollin' on 10, the size of my Timbs

[Sean Price]

Let me get a turkey sandwich and a bottle of juice please

A dollar change left, fuck it, give me two loosies

We ain't got no track

Three songs, one session, it's a kind ol' rap

[Rustee Juxx]

Still rip a nigga ass, raw rap on the red

Catch me in the weed spot, triggin' on the dred

See me in the flesh, real liftin' ya chain

Only feel is the flame, fifth in ya frame

In the cut wit ya bitch, feelin' up on her butt and her tits

You wanna fuck but she can start suckin' his dick

I got a click that move more crowds than Eric B.

With a shotgun, air ho tech, and desert eag's