Sean Price

Sean Price - Onion Head lyrics

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(feat. Tek) 



[Sean Price] 

Bitch harm me, the swiss army knife in my hand 

Know that shit corny, but it can end the life of ya fam 

Niggaz know Sean nice with the hands, watch me punch up your face 

Dig in your pockets, leave you right where you stand 

Gotta, dime bitch that live in Japan 

Black belts, suck dick, chop bricks with her hand 

Arigato, Sean Price slick like el gato 

Three piece suit in the booth, ain't shit cute 

Might, smack off half your smile, go to court with a suit 

Smack the other half, after trial 

Plead the fifth, y'all niggaz plead the eighth 

Don't leave your face fucked up, now your knees is scraped, I'm buggin' 

E-pills, mushrooms, and dust 

Got that nigga Sean Price in the mood to bust 

Sean P., the motherfuckin' all time great 

New York, the M.C. nigga, the all rhyme state 



[Chorus: Tek (Sean Price)] 

From, coast to coast, he traveled the land 

Left footprints in grains of sand, it's 

(Sean P) the soldier of force, the magnum deliver 

In his presence, holding rappers for shiver 

It's (Sean P), the six ' one, weighing an even 200 

Lord help you if you double stacked up and blunted 

It's (Sean P), under rated, best in the game 

Allow me to tell these onion heads, what's ya name (Sean P) 



[Sean Price] 

Motherfuckers ain't as nice as me 

And if they is, they wouldn't been Sean 

That's fucked up for you, you should of been on 

Rappin' again, punk rappers need to grab up a pen 

Write some ill shit, nigga, and let the madness begin 

Rhymin' for dough, no money, pa, rhyming for dough 

No partners, just P, I'm lightin' the show 

Niggaz said I lost my image, when I cut off my dreads 

But I'm the nicest nigga out duke, fuck what you said 

Let it be known, gold ring embedded with stone 

So when I punch you in the head, the shit'll dent up your dome 

Niggaz runnin' up, askin' bout Rock, I send y'all wacks to heaven 

Motherfucker, ask God about 'Pac 

Ask about B.I.G., motherfucker ask about Pun 

Gangsta rappers can't fight, so they rap about guns one 



[Chorus]
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