Fake Neptune

Lyrics: R. Jones/S. Price/K. Blake/B. Powell/D. Yates Jr Music: R. Jones/S. Price/K. Blake/B. Powell/D. Yates Jr [Hook: Buckshot] R-U-C too hard for me Pa you see you hardly me Disrespect anyone, no pardon me Any time you set it off, you can start with me R-U-C too hard for me Pa you see you hardly me Disrespect anyone, no pardon me Any time you set it off, you can start with me [Verse 1: Sean Price] Yo, yo, yo Meanwhile, nigga, back at the ranch Smokin' a spliff with this b***h tryin' unfasten her pants P, off with the blouse, and off with the kangol Victoria Secret, b***h, Caribbean mango Her favorite song on Nocturnal, was Brainz Blo Pull down my pants so she can let the brains blow Heh, I had to find that funny Lost my wallet, gotta find my money, b***h How you gonna shit on me? After I let you shit on me, freaky deaky Nowadays I had it up to here Don't make me **** around and cut you here, listen All things Sean Price, four wings, fried rice Nigga, duck sauce, who the **** the boss? Yo, ask me no questions, I tell you no lie Unless the, judge is wack and the jury is jive Uh, old school style, Furious Five Get my man Grandmaster Caz, to snuff yo' ass On a, world tour with Muhammad my man In a piece of shit truck smelling like vomit and ham [Verse 2: Steele] Now when the coochie smell bad but the shorty look good What the **** a nigga supposed to say? Tell me if I like to do a little rap, but money don't stack Tell me how a nigga supposed to get paid Wait a minute, now you mean to tell me, I'm stuck in this shit Rappers either bending over, or riding d**ks Check 'em, down and dirty niggas stuck in the ditch Gorillas in the mist, tuckin' a fifth, oh

[Verse 3: Louieville Sluggah] It's like a, switch from Crys' to malt liquor and Colt 45 on the hittin' hand sittin' If you can't stand the heat, get out the kitchen It's either you wit' it or you all around b***hing Pop pop, what happened to that boy? He got popped, got rocked by a real McCoy I was ****ing his broad, she was filled with joy She said, "Let's go half on a girl or boy" I said, "Not me the c**k be have you talking crazy You cool and all but I pass, baby baby" To all my Queensmen and Brookmen Crookmen, if you ever looked out, then good looking A nigga pray that we stay away from the bookings 'Cause, any kid get locked up, to another Brooklyn Avenues and streets, boulevards I creep Until every ****ing dollar bill meet, yo [Hook: Buckshot] R-U-C too hard for me Pa you see you hardly me Disrespect anyone, no pardon me Any time you set it off, you can start with me R-U-C too hard for me Pa you see you hardly me Disrespect anyone, no pardon me Any time you set it off, you can start with me

[Verse 4: Sean Price] Yo, a lotta niggas rhyme, some of y'all nice Some sound the same, but not Sean Price (P) The O.D.B. of the B.C.C I'm David, Ruffin, save it it's nothing, no Need for acceptance, no need for applause All you need is the gauze, when you bleeding of course Of course, I ain't playin' no more **** holding back, **** I'm saving it for? Get busy, bisexual burners, both ways with the biscuit Hit, niggas and b*****s, and occasionally infants Yo, save it man Tricks are for kids, b***h, David Blaine [Hook: Buckshot] R-U-C too hard for me Pa you see you hardly me Disrespect anyone, no pardon me Any time you set it off, you can start with me R-U-C too hard for me Pa you see you hardly me Disrespect anyone, no pardon me Any time you set it off, you can start with me