Title Track Lyrics - Sean Price

I'm the best in the borough, I'm the best in the city 

I'm the best of the state, and the rest of you fakes 

Don't question the ape, throw the sket at your face 

Bang, bang, shoot 'em up, make a mess of the place 

Oh, you a E head, oh, you a weed head 

I got a big gun, bigger than Maxi Priest dreads 

Fuck a rhyme though I'm on back on my grind mode 

Me and my connect keeping it kosher like Shyne Po 

How that nine go? Where your guns at? 

Faking moves, 80's fool, he a lunch pack 

This a dumb rap, but I can rap smarter 

The educated rapper, the African Godfather 

Just shoot and spray, Ruck boomaye 

Mandingo warrior from the Alajuela 

Y'all niggas know the flow is weak and 

Your bitch suck dick for show tickets 

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Yo, you a battle rapper 

You be rapping in battles 

I shoot the shit up, duke, it's a wrap for the battle 

Niggas yapping they tattle 

It's a wrap when I catch you 

Chrome to your eyefold, you got clapped at your apple 

I'm God's favorite 

I'm flagrant, arms facing 

I'm breaking your arms while niggas raping your moms naked 

P forever, I'm better, the wordsmith 

Lyrically Michael the Tyson, you Trevor the Berbick 

Photos 

Smack a nigga on sight, B 

Adidas track suit with Nikes 

Mean mugging who? Your jeans colorful 

Rainbow Brite, good night, I can't fuck with you 

You a lame, homie, do ya thing, homie 

Put your head between your legs and do your thing, homie 

Literally, y'all niggas is bitch boys 

The last LP I quit, boy