Sean Price, Sandpeople - All In Your Head lyrics

Yea p!
Uh huh, Sandpeople yea
Uh huh

Yo, John Wayne couldn’t even stand
The rain of the tec
Feel the flame on ya neck
Bang bang with the sket
Ball, New Jersey driving, I’m carjackin’ ya
Crack slinging and sneak thievin’
I’m Paul rappin’
Jack of all trades, sell crack and smoke haze
Tote the gat and blow strays
If you acting all strange
Slumbilical, attached to the slums
My gun killing you unload a clip on you
Gun-buttin’ a bitch or two
Only raw Jihad, no kufi or durag
Weapon of mass destruction blastin’ something
Johnny Rambo live off the land
Captain Commando
Leave ya injured, African American ninja
True Champion, Boot Camp and smoke weed
A fresh pair of Timbs and
Some dirty ass fatiguеs
Listen, Sean Price bе the great ape thug
With a few bitches that’s trippin’
Off the date rape drug i’m gone
Your whole crew is true playas
It’s all imaginary, the truth is you squares
It’s all in your head (Yea, uh)
It’s all in your head
Your whole environment’s created
In your mind, man
Still you runnin’ around thinkin’ you
Got somethin’ on me
It’s all in your head (Yea)
It’s all in your head

I’ll have you G’d up, get beat up ugly
Leave my jean cuffs bloody
You’re peanuts, don’t try to be somebody, nah
You actin’ dirty, you should clean up, buddy
Cause you ain’t ballin’
You just flashin’ all your re-up money
Come on it’s obvious who’s gotten rich
Off of talkin’ shit
Everyone’s a tough guy, but I’m not convinced
One minute you poppin’ Cris’
With topless chicks
Next you poppin’ Cris’ with ‘Pac and Chris
What up?
Just let the song play and if guys hate
Respond saying "That’s the wrong
Way to describe great"
I’m law breaking despite Jakes and car chases
Through five states
Heart racin’ like dry grapes
So talk about the cake you flippin’
Until you angry
Trippin’ because your safe is missin’
How crazy is it, while you was babysittin’
I was in the bank like, "Listen
This’ll only take a minute"
Your whole crew is true playas
It’s all imaginary, the truth is you squares
It’s all in your head (Yea, uh)
It’s all in your head
Your whole environment’s created
In your mind, man
Still you runnin’ around thinkin’ you
Got somethin’ on me
It’s all in your head (What, yea)
It’s all in your head

Mo-B let me out the lion’s pit
And told me to roar
Ridin’ with my homies at war
That’s what homies are for
Oh, you doin’ all this dirt?
Show me the police report
You wactin’ ass rappers’ll blow me
For a Tony award
You wanna censor what I say like Tipper Gore
But for those that’s passed away
I’ll let my liquor pour
Stuffin’ so much cheddar in my
Dresser I need bigger drawers
I’m saving up to fund the civil war
If a pig killed my homie
I won’t let his momma cry a drop
Before takin’ vengeance and committin’
Homicide on cops
Who cares if two gays wanna tie the knot?
If you ain’t gay then why
Does this pre-occupy your thoughts?
Is it cause you harbor faggot tendencies
Or cause you a product of mass-assembly
Grown in a lab genetically?
I’m just a man with mad dependencies
A bag of sensimine, a glass of Hennessy
Yea, that’s necessity
Your whole crew is true playas
It’s all imaginary, the truth is you squares
It’s all in your head (Yea, uh)
It’s all in your head
Your whole environment’s created
In your mind, man
Still you runnin’ around thinkin’ you
Got somethin’ on me
It’s all in your head (What, what)
It’s all in your head (Yea)