Knock Em Out The Box / Sean Price
(Master P's in the house)[Sean Price]P!
Eratik Statik, what it do?
Earth-shatterin first reverse batteringWrong colors
on you're turf traffickingWhattup?
Sean the name y'all niggaz {?
}War, beef in the streets and plus these metaphorsSean's
the bomb, Lebanon, DecepticonMost high,
most lie, bow tie like FarrakhanAll praises due to
AllahYou have no idea what I'd do to you ha?
ListenYour face look like steak with the A1 Saucewhen
the God let the AR off, let's eatI ain't a rapper that'll
foul or smackI'm the rapper put the gat on your hat
{*click-clak*}Hehe, yo, rap prime minister,
some say sinisterFo'-and-fo' with hot punch,
bitch that's how I finish yaMy raps is slick,
my guns shoot chicksEratik Statik,
nigga that's magic in the mixDon't make the God pop
out leadSend you to God on knockout lead,
motherfucker(Knock 'em out the box G)
(*3X*)(Knock 'em out the box)[Eratik Statik]If these
gats were tig ol' bitties they'd be doublin D'sWith
Sean P on the team, trouble travel in 3'sGet rough
motherfucker we can settle this beefAll you tough motherfuckers
we can battle and beefI'll hit you split your lips
up hard enough to rattle your teethFuckin you up,
numbin your yaps, spit beefFumblin stumblin,
have you, dumbin your rapsI'm not the type to,
talk when you ain't in the placeI'm the type that just
might, show up at your placeCome in and kick it wit'chu,
put two in your faceTie you up beat you down and then,
head for the safeI do walk with Jesus but keep a 9
on the waistthat'll smack the Bejeezus out,
along with the tasteSee I'll,
run in your house and put a gun to your mouthFor nothin
less than the fact that you was runnin your mouthI'm
like the Crack Globetrotter,
the black Muhammad AliGot the bomb diggy ziggy plus
the palm in jihadistFinger on the trigger and dare
you to move the product(Knock 'em out the box G)
(*3X*)(Knock 'em out the box)[Eratik Statik]Yo my heat
settlin, silence you lambs like RitalinPrime time or
Late Night, like Dave LettermanRazor sharp rhymes,
sever the head of every manCrush upcomin acts,
retire great veteransI know it's hard,
but all praise due to the GodSteady you learn what
I can do to you pa, listenI'm laced with napalm to
blaze your face offLeave no traces where your features
belong, that's heat~!No, I'm not the cat,
don't give a shit what you saidYes the tool's cocked
back to pop, lead in your headRight on that fitted
cap, right in front of the cribDismember your ass and
bury the gat, under the shedWe the nicest out,
fuck what you heard, fuck what they saidEratik and
Sean P, we the illest that liveIt's like a needle in
your vein makin your temperature boilI'm a master with
my craft plus a nigga street loyalWe drop hits that
rock charts consecutivelyMy nigga it's gats {?
} Eratik and Sean P(Knock 'em out the box G) (*3X*)(Knock 'em out the box)
(Master P's in the house)[Sean Price]P!
Eratik Statik, what it do?
Earth-shatterin first reverse batteringWrong colors
on you're turf traffickingWhattup?
Sean the name y'all niggaz {?
}War, beef in the streets and plus these metaphorsSean's
the bomb, Lebanon, DecepticonMost high,
most lie, bow tie like FarrakhanAll praises due to
AllahYou have no idea what I'd do to you ha?
ListenYour face look like steak with the A1 Saucewhen
the God let the AR off, let's eatI ain't a rapper that'll
foul or smackI'm the rapper put the gat on your hat
{*click-clak*}Hehe, yo, rap prime minister,
some say sinisterFo'-and-fo' with hot punch,
bitch that's how I finish yaMy raps is slick,
my guns shoot chicksEratik Statik,
nigga that's magic in the mixDon't make the God pop
out leadSend you to God on knockout lead,
motherfucker(Knock 'em out the box G)
(*3X*)(Knock 'em out the box)[Eratik Statik]If these
gats were tig ol' bitties they'd be doublin D'sWith
Sean P on the team, trouble travel in 3'sGet rough
motherfucker we can settle this beefAll you tough motherfuckers
we can battle and beefI'll hit you split your lips
up hard enough to rattle your teethFuckin you up,
numbin your yaps, spit beefFumblin stumblin,
have you, dumbin your rapsI'm not the type to,
talk when you ain't in the placeI'm the type that just
might, show up at your placeCome in and kick it wit'chu,
put two in your faceTie you up beat you down and then,
head for the safeI do walk with Jesus but keep a 9
on the waistthat'll smack the Bejeezus out,
along with the tasteSee I'll,
run in your house and put a gun to your mouthFor nothin
less than the fact that you was runnin your mouthI'm
like the Crack Globetrotter,
the black Muhammad AliGot the bomb diggy ziggy plus
the palm in jihadistFinger on the trigger and dare
you to move the product(Knock 'em out the box G)
(*3X*)(Knock 'em out the box)[Eratik Statik]Yo my heat
settlin, silence you lambs like RitalinPrime time or
Late Night, like Dave LettermanRazor sharp rhymes,
sever the head of every manCrush upcomin acts,
retire great veteransI know it's hard,
but all praise due to the GodSteady you learn what
I can do to you pa, listenI'm laced with napalm to
blaze your face offLeave no traces where your features
belong, that's heat~!No, I'm not the cat,
don't give a shit what you saidYes the tool's cocked
back to pop, lead in your headRight on that fitted
cap, right in front of the cribDismember your ass and
bury the gat, under the shedWe the nicest out,
fuck what you heard, fuck what they saidEratik and
Sean P, we the illest that liveIt's like a needle in
your vein makin your temperature boilI'm a master with
my craft plus a nigga street loyalWe drop hits that
rock charts consecutivelyMy nigga it's gats {?
} Eratik and Sean P(Knock 'em out the box G) (*3X*)(Knock 'em out the box)
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