Sean Price aka Sean P was an American rapper from Brownsville, Brooklyn, New York, famous as a member of hip-hop collective Boot Camp Clik. He came to fame as a member of the duo Heltah Skeltah, performing under the name Ruck, with partner Rock. He released three albums with Heltah Skeltah, 1996's acclaimed Nocturnal, 1998's Magnum Force and their last album D.I.R.T., an acronym for Da Incredible Rap Team. He released his solo debut in 2005, titled Monkey Barz. He followed up his debut solo album with Jesus Price Supastar, which he released in 2007 and Mic Tyson released in 2012. His last album is titled Songs in the Key of Price, released posthumously in 2015. Sean has also been featured in the hit game Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare, with a snippet of one of his songs in a level. He is famous for being quoted saying "I'm the brokest rapper alive."
Sean Price died on August 8, 2015, he died in his sleep.
By The Way
Sean Price Lyrics
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The fist to your face claiming Muhammad Ali shaking
Fist full of chips grated, gotta be P caking
Whimp you with Jim faking, gotta be P aping
I sell white rock, and clap canons
I'm old school like white rock soda and backgammon
Rap phantom, Sean is a starving artist
I gain a lot of weight cause a nigga eating regardless
You a Target employee, a good guy
And ain't nothing wrong with that, nigga
Ain't nothing wrong with this
I make something strong with rap, nigga
And guess what, the nigga next up
He can't make a song for shit
P, mad smart, no Cornell West shit
But I can make death ring your doorbell next, kid
I told y'all I'm with the family, chill
Don't sleep on a phone call, it'll get your family killed
Gotta be Sean
Gotta be who bodied the song
Cause Brownsville ill, gotta be on
Ruckus, you wrong
Gotta be what the fuck is you on?
Popping pills, chopping krills what the fuck is you doing?
Gotta be the best rapper to spit it
Clap in a minute
Gotta let these niggas know who still actually live it, P
It gotta be P snapping
The fifth to your face, shake, I gotta be relapsing
Spit in your face, maybe gotta be P laughing
Gift from the eight? Great, it gotta be P clapping
I can't stand around you bitch niggas
Emph beam make your team steam like a fish dinner
But the new shit burgandy
With new kicks straight from Munich, Germany
My net worth be making your neck jerk
Expert whenever, wherever the sket burst
The most fabulous flow
Yo, your whole shit dead, toe tag on the floor
Villain of speech, rappers play pretend with the beats
Hit with the knife, goodnight, then I send 'em to sleep
Nigga, General P
And the kit is like the Confederate General Lee
P!
Gotta be Sean
Gotta be who bodied the song
Cause Brownsville ill, gotta be on
Ruckus, you wrong
Gotta be what the fuck is you on?
Popping pills, chopping krills what the fuck is you doing?
Gotta be the best rapper to spit it
Clap in a minute
Gotta let these niggas know who still actually live it, P
The lyrics in Sean Price feat. Torae's song "By the Way" exhibit a strong sense of self-awareness and confidence, emphasizing how important it is to be true to oneself in the world of rap music. The first verse, performed by Sean Price, highlights his skills as a rapper and his ability to market himself as an artist despite potential hate or competition. He alludes to his experience with drug dealing and violence, but emphasizes how his success in rap allows him to eat regardless. In the second verse, Torae stresses the importance of maintaining authenticity in rap, specifically with regard to Brownsville (a gritty Brooklyn neighborhood) and the trap lifestyle. He claims that he "still actually live[s] it" and dismisses those who indulge in fake personas or drug abuse.
Overall, the song celebrates the power of hard work and talent while acknowledging the difficulties that come with being a rapper from a marginalized community. The artists are unapologetic about their backgrounds and their struggle, using their music as a way to assert their identities and assert their place in the industry.
Line by Line Meaning
Gotta be P hating
He must be jealous of me
The fist to your face claiming Muhammad Ali shaking
I punch hard like Muhammad Ali
Fist full of chips grated, gotta be P caking
I'm making money like a baker making cakes
Whimp you with Jim faking, gotta be P aping
I'm imitating you and exposing your weaknesses
I sell white rock, and clap canons
I sell drugs and shoot guns
I'm old school like white rock soda and backgammon
I'm from a time when things were simpler
Rap phantom, Sean is a starving artist
I'm a rapper who's struggling to make a living
I gain a lot of weight cause a nigga eating regardless
I'm getting rich despite setbacks and obstacles
You a target, and talk about bullseye
You're easy to attack, and I'm the one hitting the mark
You a Target employee, a good guy
You're just a regular guy with a regular job
Ain't nothing wrong with that, nigga
There's nothing shameful about having a regular job
Ain't nothing wrong with this
There's nothing wrong with what I'm doing
I make something strong with rap, nigga
I make powerful music that resonates with people
And guess what, the nigga next up
The person coming after me in hip hop
He can't make a song for shit
He's not very good at making music
P, mad smart, no Cornell West shit
I'm smart, but not like a scholar or academic
But I can make death ring your doorbell next, kid
I'm capable of violent acts and will retaliate
I told y'all I'm with the family, chill
I'm loyal to my crew, don't mess with us
Don't sleep on a phone call, it'll get your family killed
If you don't answer my call, I might interpret it as disrespect and retaliate
Gotta be Sean
I'm the one and only Sean Price
Gotta be who bodied the song
I'm the one who killed this track
Cause Brownsville ill, gotta be on
I represent my neighborhood of Brownsville
Ruckus, you wrong
Ruckus, you don't understand
Gotta be what the fuck is you on?
What's wrong with you?
Popping pills, chopping krills what the fuck is you doing?
You're doing drugs and I don't respect that
Gotta be the best rapper to spit it
I'm one of the greatest rappers of all time
Clap in a minute
I can shoot you in a moment's notice
Gotta let these niggas know who still actually live it, P
I'm reminding everyone that I'm still living the life and making music
It gotta be P snapping
I'm going off and rapping hard
The fifth to your face, shake, I gotta be relapsing
I'm hitting you hard and you're reeling from the blow
Spit in your face, maybe gotta be P laughing
I'm disrespecting you and laughing about it
Gift from the eight? Great, it gotta be P clapping
I got a gun from the 80s, and I'm firing it
I can't stand around you bitch niggas
I can't tolerate weak people like you
Emph beam make your team steam like a fish dinner
My gun will mess you up badly
But the new shit burgandy
My new things are high-quality
With new kicks straight from Munich, Germany
I have new shoes from Germany
My net worth be making your neck jerk
My wealth will make you feel envious
Expert whenever, wherever the sket burst
I'm an expert at using a gun
The most fabulous flow
I have the best style in hip hop
Yo, your whole shit dead, toe tag on the floor
Your music is lifeless and unimpressive
Villain of speech, rappers play pretend with the beats
I'm a master of wordplay and other rappers can't compare
Hit with the knife, goodnight, then I send 'em to sleep
I can end someone's career with my lyrics
Nigga, General P
I'm a leader and a boss
And the kit is like the Confederate General Lee
My team is like the Confederate General Lee's army
P!
That's my name, don't forget it
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Cloud9
Written by: ALAN MAMAN, MICHAEL PERETTA, SEAN PRICE
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Matthew P.
one of the best songs on the album
Beat Junkie2016
Evidence got to be the most underrated producer of all time
Kenneth Hinds
RIP Sean price I really admire your present in the industry underground rap game
GrayifiedX
This album cover is lyrically accurate. Good stuff.
Sergio Quintero
Evidence on the beat, Sean R. I. P!
Benjamin Nanney
Meter is on point. Best poetic raps even today
Khan Saab
Swear to god this is the top 10 best beats I've ever heard
veltape
I love Sean but imagine the lox on this
Kenneth Hinds
Sean price stroll thru this beat I like this classic inner city tune two thumb up
rubber DUCK2424
Man Sean was a great rapper, mid his music and creative as hell style. And the kid who like the Confederate general Lee P!! STRAIGHT FLAMES NUFF SAID.