Bye Bye

Ft. Illa Ghee 

 (Verse) 
 P! Sean Price 
 Beef Lo-Mein with the grain, the long rice 
 Weed smoke, slang and ya lames is so right 
 To make fun of ya like fuck ya in plain sight 
 Daytime used to plot schemes for the night prowl 
 Gauge cocked, cream shot three in the nightgown 
 Spray 19 at the pig who popped Mike Brown 
 Blaze white sting, ya might scream nigga, pipe down 
 Shh, quiet on the set 
 No dogs allowed, POW, fire on the pet 
 True talk nigga, watch the last become first like a New York Knickerbocker 
 Sean sparks like John Starks 
 Nah, Sean ball like John Wall 
 Don't catch a Washington Bullet 
 Finger on the trigger, nigga 
 Now watch me just pull it, P! 

 (Verse 2: Illa Ghee) 
 Grand Theft Auto animal, arch nemesis 
 Illa Ghee speaks, glad the tool to kill witnesses 
 Mr. Murder Avenue rap until ya picture it 
 Piss poor writin' with a pissed off penmanship 
 Original war, metaphors are cold syphilis 
 Grip a 4-4, figure four the floor pyramids 
 Rip ya in the jaw, spit extension cord syllabus 
 Rape ya with a saw, sex, intercourse, incubus 
 Illa! 
 I'm like murder in the mezzanine 
 Anti-hestamine, black apocalyptic Listerine 
 It's so fire that Illa lit a match to it 
 The five niggas in the party ya know act ruthless 
 At this point, I'm right, don't know how to act music 
 Intelligent drama for those who want to act stupid 
 I fucked up somewhere down the line 
 But I keep a tre pound, 4-5th and a 9 
 Illa!