Sean Price - Onion Head Lyrics
[Featuring: Yek][Sean Price]***** harm me, the swiss army knife in my handKnow that shit corny, but it can end the life of ya famNiggaz know Sean nice with the hands, watch me punch up your faceDig in your pockets, leave you right where you standGotta, dime ***** that live in JapanBlack belts, suck dick, chop bricks with her handArigato, Sean Price slick like el gatoThree piece suit in the booth, ain't shit cuteMight, smack off half your smile, go to court with a suitSmack the other half, after trialPlead the fifth, y'all niggaz plead the eighthDon't leave your face *****ed up, now your knees is scraped, I'm buggin'E-pills, mushrooms, and dustGot that nigga Sean Price in the mood to bustSean P., the mother*****in' all time greatNew York, the M.C. nigga, the all rhyme state[Chorus: Tek (Sean Price)]From, coast to coast, he traveled the landLeft footprints in grains of sand, it's(Sean P) the soldier of force, the magnum deliverIn his presence, holding rappers for shiverIt's (Sean P), the six ' one, weighing an even 200Lord help you if you double stacked up and bluntedIt's (Sean P), under rated, best in the gameAllow me to tell these onion heads, what's ya name (Sean P)[Sean Price]Mother*****ers ain't as nice as meAnd if they is, they wouldn't been SeanThat's *****ed up for you, you should of been onRappin' again, punk rappers need to grab up a penWrite some ill shit, nigga, and let the madness beginRhymin' for dough, no money, pa, rhyming for doughNo partners, just P, I'm lightin' the showNiggaz said I lost my image, when I cut off my dreadsBut I'm the nicest nigga out duke, ***** what you saidLet it be known, gold ring embedded with stoneSo when I punch you in the head, the shit'll dent up your domeNiggaz runnin' up, askin' bout Rock, I send y'all wacks to heavenMother*****er, ask God about 'PacAsk about B.I.G., mother*****er ask about PunGangsta rappers can't fight, so they rap about guns one[Chorus]
