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sean price & lil fame – enemy of the state lyrics

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[verse 1: sean price]
flash yvette in the sket pimp
jazz jeff and the fresh prince
ring, on my finger give you f#ckers a fresh dent
you f#cked up looking for fresh prints, p!
prince popped in purple rain
i, [?] the song and then bonged in my own brain
coming from a serious mind
curious george, ape#like, taking your shine
enemy of the state
remember p is the ape
dismember a nonmember entering my estate
bl##dy the guns, money
crowd striker, now cypher study the 120
p’s truth on living
i’m trying to add on but the piece do division
mono the big sh#t
85 your mind swine thinking ’bout rib tips, p!

[verse 2: conway the machine]
i slide by spraying some big sh#t
i’m ready to die, get a feeling i’m playing some b.i.g. sh#t
and it’s a wig shot whenever the cig hit
it sound good in them songs, but you never did sh#t
eastside, may block, you know where we from
when n#ggas got outta pocket my heat run
we ain’t squashing sh#t, we catch the body then the beef done
a rap n#gga run his mouth, then i’ma smack his t##th from ’em
i work hard, i’ll snuff you, f#ck ’em
i’m a hustler, soft raw fluffer
i take a r&b b#tch, i raw dog f#ck her
sean price with the mom price
i’m p’s long lost brother
that g work, i’mma put it in fast
but if i want a n#gga spilt i just put up the bag
know what it mean when that jack boy pull up his mask
a hollow tip bullet’ll blast
the machine b#tch

[verse 3: guilty simpson]
homicide, murder, 45 burner
i provide my service with the tide turners
send ’em to the lord when the points score
got his family at the morgue with a ouija board
a lot of rappers out cb4
so i hit ’em with the hammer
this verse could get me in the slammer
gladiator something like the spaniards
do my work off camera
i talk damage, my words hurt
you pen hustlers serve dirt
meanwhile, my people make it happen where the birds chirp
and bring it home like the 3rd verse
snub, with the granulated gloves and a ski mask
sn#tch a clown out his e class
for thinking life is a dreamcast
for you, its life or death
me, i’m working the speed bag

[verse 4: lil fame]
for every sh#ll dropped
n#ggas sitting in the cellblock
or n#gga’s stiff up in the mug from a headshot
i show these b#tches what the business is
i never hide from n0body beside y’all all witnesses
i’m gods child, ya i’m on that sh#t
but i still walk through h#ll like i own that b#tch
i had you staring down that barrel, put the work in
’cause when you entertain clowns you become part of the circus
unf#ckwithable, untouched
never needed a cosign, n#gga i’m enough
i ain’t hearing you little rap f#ckers
f#ck rap i beer slap f#ckers
beware rap f#ckers i kamikaze the booth
i shower posse the booth
from the essence of real n#ggas
you’re now in the presence of real n#ggas
f#ck with us!

- sean price lil fame lyrics

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