Sean Price - Onion Head (feat. Tek)

[Verse 1] Bitch harm me, the Swiss army knife in my hand Know thes shit corny, but it can end the life of ya fam Niggas know Sean nice with the hands, watch me punch up your face Dig in your pockets, leave you right where you stand Got a, dime bitch that live in Japan Black belt, 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 niggas 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 motherfucking all time great New York to NC nigga, the all rhyme state [Hook: 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, phony rappers will shiver It's (Sean P), six ' one, weighing an even 200 Lord help you if you double stacked up and bluntedIt's (Sean P), under rated, best in the game Allow me to tell these onion heads, what's ya name (Sean P) [Verse 2] Motherfuckers ain't as nice as me And if they is, they would've 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 do'No partners, just P, I'm lighting the show Niggas 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 Niggas running up, asking bout Rock, I send your ass 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 [Hook]