Sean Price - How The Gods Chill Lyrics

How The Gods Chill Lyrics yo, realÂ…still jackson, zigmaster Â… gonna fuck your lanes faster sick actors, sick Â… 10 bastards, fatherless walk around when we talking here shit, i ainÂ't nothing to play with, ask your curricular stick in the Â… king spin Â… is weak my Â… is strong what shot have a nigger say you quicker than trey songz you would think i am Â… jackson, caught in the Â…