Center Stage lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean Price]
I don't take long walks in the park like Jill Scott
I (rape) young (girls) in the park when pills popped
Shake young (broads) til' the b*tch say "Chill, stop!"
Make her sell her soul off Fame and Bill block
Chill, ac, we know P got skills
But that (rape) talk gon' f*ck up your Reebok deal
True, disregard my second bar
Clutch a weapon hard that'll f*ck up your repertoire
Peep game, 3 train, Rockaway Ave n*gga
Street thing, weak lame "not today" ass n*gga
I make ends with some of y'all
Handshake is fake cause I ain't friends to none of y'all
I'm better than y'all, punch in your jaw your nickname is Cerebral Pals'
One slap it'll f*ck up your face, I'm Sean Price mother (?), b*tch
P!

[Hook: Lil Fame]
n*ggas say that I'm supposed to dead, I'm still breathing
Still thuggin', still blue, still squeezing
Still getting money and I'm still eating
n*gga, God put me here for a reason
n*ggas say that I'm supposed to dead, I'm still breathing
Still thuggin', still blue, still squeezing
Still getting money and I'm still eating
Come on, God put me here for a reason
[Verse 2: Sean Price]
Yo, hey Sean
Force my di*k down the B throat it's a (rape) charge
A former piece of sh*t that's becoming a great star
The stars in the sky and I'll star up your eye, pa
Pa listen, back of the car with the partition
I roll the sh*t down and tell pa to abort the mission
n*ggas said that I was wack on my last song
I said "Shut the f*ck up, don't get slapped over rap song"
H I J K L M N O P
I stay high, spray K's, the hell you into, P
None of ya 'biz, bum b*tch summon your kids
I use for taxes, I charge a hundred a kid
Get money, big dummy, Red Fox son
I get hungry, spit dummies, lead pop son
Gimme a hand, big gun semi your fam
I shoot your mom duke whip, mini the van, P!