Sean Price, Rock - Church lyrics

P! Heltah Skeltah, uh huh
Loudmouf Choir tommy Tee, yeah, what up
Ayo, listen

Big word halitosis, multiple scoliosis
Doctor Kill, giving the rap dosage
Postage, stamped signed sealed delivered
Distributed through the hood, muthafucka
What's good? Exciting, unorthodox, biting
Ought to stop fighting
Fuck it, now I'm forced to box
You got, 22 tattoos, you 2Pac
A tad too much, touched like 2Pac
Duke that sucks
Smack saliva out the side of ya' face
I ain't tryna be rude, but duke you
Food so I gotta make grace, choir
Jesus Price has all the time
Yeah, all praises due to the rhyme
Y'all niggas is foul
Fuck it Sean'll shoot two from the line
Two for the nine, I leave lead in ya' jaw
Yo Rock these niggas ain't ready for war
Let 'em know i told niggas
These rookies ain't ready for retardation
In it's realest form
In rap and this street car racing
Rebellious rhetoric, heat start blazing
After that, I seen Caucasians
In the streets all taping shit up
They could be trying to piece
Y'all faces back together
You keep on playing, you hear?
Yeah, Loudmouf Choir, Luga Lifta the name
The word-a matician magician David
Blaine'in' your chain p!

Oops upside your head
We smack you oops upside your head
You wear a suit and tie when you're dead
And eat soup with the noodles and eggs
Oops upside your head
We smack you oops upside your head
You wear a suit and tie when you're dead
And eat soup with the noodles and eggs

Ok, new word
Respeckanize my gangstafication
And g-dentials a sket'll fire
Bang in ya' face through ya' Jeep window
Get ya' window shot up, in a residential area
And left, fuck a ocean and cement shoes
This time it's the principality, punk
You a point to prove, put the pistol back
You'se a punk
Push your shit all the way off
A producer para-loser
Yeah pussy, that's you, chump
All that yackety yacking ya' teeth
Where the animals be
You get your ass beat badily Bradiley, P!
Al Katraz and the Beast Master
Take a stab at me be all kind of red dots on
Ya' face like bad acne
Nappy piece to be praying for y'all niggas
While I'm getting my vulture on
Preying on y'all bitches, choir
Ruck, Rock, Ruck and roll
Get you both on this collar hydro
Yeah, that's how I got my Bronx bitch
She breakdance and bomb trains
The bitch be pop-locking while
Giving me bomb brain
Ask if she you banger and she go all way
She gon', go where I say and
She know where y'all stay, suckas
Yeah, y'all niggas ready to die
Blast the sket and then you realize
Ain't no fucking life after death
Smash your chest
With a fucking medicine ball
You think you nice but I'm better than y'all
Listen, Tommy Tee on the beat
Loudmouf is the Choir
Heltah Skeltah on they job
And you fuckas is fired rock
And the fire supplier, forget your squad
Nigga I'm dope like the tit's on Oz
Get your nod on

Oops upside your head
We smack you oops upside your head
You wearing suit's and a towel on your head
And eat soup with the noodles and eggs
Oops upside your head
We smack you oops upside your head
You wearing suit's and a towel on your head
And eat soup with the noodles and eggs