Artist: Sean Price & M-Phazes f/ Billy Danze, Maffew Ragazino Album: Land of the Crooks EP Song: Land of the Crooks Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch (So where are you from?) (Brooklyn) (Live in the land of crooks Yes Brooklyn's the borough) --> Jeru the Damaja [ VERSE 1: Sean Price ] The nicest nigga in the borough Sean Price nice and all of my verses thorough Lot of niggas spittin but none of y'all niggas Ruck-raw Rappin after P? I'm like, Pfft... what the fuck for? Listen - don't fuck with the best I cut your hands off, so you can upchuck your set Ruck is a vet - when touchin the sket Your whole life say goodnight like the cousin of death Asthma-attack rap, don't get punched in the chest You can suck on who succeed, been suckin on cess My criminal mind impervious to submission My criminal rhyme to burn a fifth at you bitches Highly unlikely to find a nigga better Kojak, Columbo, coat-rockin Barettas Blam-blam through the cannon I cook Won't you fuck with Sean Price in the land of the crooks [ VERSE 2: Billy Danze ] Birthplace of everything gritty, so I don't need to intro (Y'all know his work) Buck, hang it out the window '87 stick-up kid, study my mental I'm ambidextrous with it, nigga, don't forget it When it come to this rap shit I really represent it (Above average nigga) I keeps it authentic (Hood) savage nigga, with both feet in it (Brownsville) court cases pendin till the endin This is Cop-or-Chop City, headshot clappers I'm slightly out of pocket, portrayin to be a rapper Glock out in Japan, lay in the morning after Embedded on the block like, (Yerr) nigga what's happenin? Cruise past the home where Capone once lived Get flashbacks of Frank Nitti doin what he did Outside of Al Sharpton we all shooters And support the makers of lamas, Lugers and Rugers [ VERSE 3: Maffew Ragazino ] Uh, ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn I'm from where they jook, scam and cook grams Crack rock zombies goin superham A Vietnam, the warzone, my hooligans Are prolly bagged, jacked down and booked, fam If they see him in the community nigga food, man RIP MCA - No Sleep Till Never ran, never will, nigga, B-Ville Selvage denim and my Jordan 2's Black mob boss ringleader motley crew My bitch is a stallion, no horse shoes I only pop wine bottles that need cork screws Nets fan cause the Knicks ain't shit Number one whether or not they win a championship I'm from the only motherfuckin borough with a team Brooklyn - NYC - 'Zino