Sean Price - Church Lyrics
[Sean Price]Ayo, listenBig word halitosis, multiple scoliosisDoctor Kill, giving the rap dosagePostage stamped, signed, sealed, deliveredDistributed through the hood, mutha*****a, what's good?Exciting, unorthodox, biting, ought to stop fighting***** it, now I'm forced to boxYou got 22 tattoos, you 2Pac a tad too much,Touch like 2Pac, dude, that sucksSmack saliva, out the side of ya face, I ain't trying to be rudeBut dude, you food, so I gotta make grace, choir --(Jesus Price has all the time)Yeah, all praises due to the rhyme, ya'll niggas is foul***** it, Sean'll shoot two from the lineTwo for the nine, I leave lead in ya jawYo Rock these niggas ain't ready for war, let 'em know[Rock]I told 'em, these niggas ain't ready for retardationIn it's realest form in rap, this street car racingRebellious, rederic, heat start blazingAfter that, I seen Caucasians, in the streets all taping shit upThey could be trying to piece ya'll faces back togetherYou keep on playing, you hit[Sean Price]Yeah, The Loudmouf Choir, luger lifting your nameThe word-a-matician, magician, David Blaine on your chain[Chorus 2x: Loudmouf Choir]Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your headYou wearing suits and a tie when your deadAnd eating soup with the noodles and eggs[Rock]Ok, new word, respecanize my gangstafication and g-dentialsYou scared to fire, banging your face through ya Jeep windowGet ya window shot up, in a residential areaAnd left, ***** a ocean and sea, meant youThis time it's the principality, punkYou a point to prove, put the pistol back, you'se a punkPush your shit all the way off, or producer para-loserYeah, *****, that's you, chumpAll that yackety yackety, your teeth, where the animals beYou get your ass beat, baddily, gradilly, P, AlkatrazAnd the Beast Master, take a stab at meThe O'Connor red dots on ya face like bad acneNappy piece to be praying for yall niggasWhile I'm getting my vulture on, preying on ya'll *****es, choir(Ruck, Rock, Ruck N Roll,???????????)Yeah that's how I got my Bronx *****, she breakdance and bomb trainsThe fifty pop blocker, while giving me bomb brains?????????, and she go all wayShe gone, go where I say, she know where ya'll stay, suckas[Sean Price]Yeah, ya'll niggas 'ready to die', blast the sketAnd then you realize, ain't no *****ing 'life after death'Smash your chest with a *****ing medicine ballYou think you nice, but I'm better than ya'llListen, Tommy Tee on the beat, Loudmouf is the ChoirHeltah Skeltah on they job, and you *****as is fired[Rock]The fire supplier, forget your squadNigga, I'm dope like the tits on Oz, get your nod off[Chorus 2x: Loudmouf Choir]Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your headYou wearing suits and a tie when your deadAnd eating soup with the noodles and eggs
