Onion Head (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]