Street Shit
Sean Price Lyrics


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You can bob to the beat bitch,
Hop on my meat quick
Hop off, pop off, Ruck on some street shit.

Corney as hell, ya'll motherfuckers bore me as well
Listen up I got a story to tell, listen, nigga
Creep, clutch, fifth
Heat, bust, quick
You die, I laugh, street justice.

When I set it off, I said it god
I want his chain, watch, car keys and credit card
Shop with a gun, shank with a knife
Catch a hollow, take your Movado
I'm a gangsta for life.

No Spanish, No Reggaton
I do damage, heavy when the dezzy blown
*pow pow*
Shit get ugly,
Day and Night we sell dope label it "Kid Cudi"
Coke habits, deviated septums
Broke ratchets, depreciated weapons
Pull your vest out now,
Say Sean is the best out now, motherfucker

Listen, I am the truth hoe
Money stack so tall when I ball, Manute Bol

You can bob to the beat bitch,
Hop on my meat quick




Hop off, pop off, Ruck on some street shit.
Motherfucker.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Sean Price's song Street Shit are explicit and depict violent scenes from the street life. The first verse talks about the rapper's sexual prowess and his ability to quickly switch from one task to another, much like his street persona. The second verse talks about the rapper's disdain for mediocrity and his love for street justice, which essentially means taking the law into one's own hands. He talks about guns, knives, and other weapons that he uses to commit crimes and get what he wants. He also talks about drugs and the damage they cause to society. The last verse talks about the rapper's stature in the rap game and his untouchable status as a gangsta.


Overall, the song Street Shit is a raw and unfiltered expression of the realities of street life. Sean Price paints a vivid picture of violence, crime, and drug addiction, while also displaying his lyrical prowess as a rapper. The song is meant to shock and provoke listeners and force them to confront the harsh realities of the streets.


Line by Line Meaning

You can bob to the beat bitch,
You can move your head to the rhythm of this music


Hop on my meat quick
Join me quickly and without hesitation


Hop off, pop off, Ruck on some street shit.
Get off and cause chaos like a gangster on the streets


Corney as hell, ya'll motherfuckers bore me as well
You are incredibly lame and uninteresting to me


Listen up I got a story to tell, listen, nigga
Pay attention, I have a tale to share


Creep, clutch, fifth
Move secretly, hold a gun, the 5th amendment gives me the right to remain silent


Heat, bust, quick
Fire the gun in defense, rapidly


You die, I laugh, street justice.
I find pleasure in killing in the name of street justice


When I set it off, I said it god
I announced my intention before taking action


I want his chain, watch, car keys and credit card
I desire his valuables and assets


Shop with a gun, shank with a knife
I carry weapons to protect myself and take from others


Catch a hollow, take your Movado
Shoot and rob you of your wristwatch


I'm a gangsta for life.
I identify as a lifelong criminal


No Spanish, No Reggaton
I don't appreciate or listen to Spanish-language or Reggaton music


I do damage, heavy when the dezzy blown
I inflict harm with my loud gun


*pow pow*
The sound of gunshots


Shit get ugly,
Things can quickly become chaotic and violent


Day and Night we sell dope label it "Kid Cudi"
We deal drugs all day and night and call it "Kid Cudi"


Coke habits, deviated septums
I snort cocaine and it has caused me health problems


Broke ratchets, depreciated weapons
I use cheap, outdated weapons


Pull your vest out now,
Get your bulletproof vest ready


Say Sean is the best out now, motherfucker
Declare that I am the greatest rapper without question


Listen, I am the truth hoe
Believe me, I am being honest


Money stack so tall when I ball, Manute Bol
My wealth accumulates so high that it resembles the tall basketball player Manute Bol


You can bob to the beat bitch,
You can move your head to the rhythm of this music


Hop on my meat quick
Join me quickly and without hesitation


Hop off, pop off, Ruck on some street shit.
Get off and cause chaos like a gangster on the streets


Motherfucker.
An exclamation of aggression, often used as a suffix to a statement or command.




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Burial

I can honestly say he is probably my favorite rapper. I listened to Heltah Skeltah a bit a few years ago, but I really only started getting into Sean's music a few months back. One of the best that's ever done it.

Metal Faced Gamer

12 yrs that fast.

Ethereum Foundation

redman, erick sermon, freddie foxxx, PMD, pharoah monche, etc.

Next Up Sounds

one of the best hip hop songs of all time don't @ me R.I.P P!

rope ropesman

" UH " -P

Ethereum Foundation

holy fack. this is amazing. these mafacka's bore me as well. I'm a gangster for lif3!

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cornelljenkinsIII

R.I.P bro!! you a lyrically genius, rest easy πŸ‘ΌπŸ™

skateon420

i wish there were more songs like this

Jacopo Bellini

We miss you so bad P, rest in power.

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