Pyrex - Sean Price

Whole lot of shots followed

After I bust your snot box with a Ciroc bottle

Shoot the fair one, one mano-a-mano the clown

I’ll pull a pound on a Ronald McDonald

You a happy meal nigga, with a toy in the box

I clap the steel, nigga, put your boy in a box

P, and the gun that’ll slap ya

I’m lying, just like the rest of these dumb ass rappers

Provide flesh, most of y’all niggas can’t test besides Tek

Most of y’all niggas can’t dress, Nike galore

Right on the floor

Copped twenty pair with Vinnie one time on tour

Listen, love is love, clap the gat at y’all haters

The CEO of your label is a basketball player

That mean your shit is never coming out

Sean Price, I’m forever dumbing out, pyrex

Pyrex, a microwave, and a whisk

You’re probably thinking I’m baking a cake when I’m working a whip

You probably think it’s pyrex

Wake up, all of that crack in the street talk

It’s made up like «Jack and the Beanstalk»

When I talk, the streets listen

When you talk, the streets dissin'

I don’t even like you

I don’t even wanna fight you

So stay the fuck away

For such and such from such and such, come buck and spray

Don’t make me abuse my power

One telephone call, shoot this coward

I was the bum, but the pendulum switched

Now my whole team supreme, no Kenneth McGriff

Y’all niggas is fiends, steamed tilapia

Ving Rhames in the bing, slapping ya, animal

Different beast on my fucking sweater, giranimal

Half monkey, half man;

the manimal

P, heatmiser in disguise, surprise beat fire

Spark fire out your face and break wires