Sean Price - Verse Unheard lyrics

You nice but the rest of your crew though
Sound like bitches, besa me culo two tecs
 and two steps towards your two door
Fire shit, The Wire shit
Like where the f- did the roof go?
These lyrics be lying
What the fuck is the truth though?
Hit man for hire pour henny on Hugh Blows
The bars zannier, the cars crazier
The rhyme all in your mind the Charles Xavier
The heat go with my hand pop-poppying
Poppy People like Chico and the Man
The eagle evil blam even
Lethal with the hands
Want fair ones ain't fair
I will beat you where you stand
I ain't your friends so
Acting friendly is not in my act
No grin when I grim reap
You a queer making photos
In the Rear Naked Chokehold
Sean the regime, Sean Price I gotta be king
I'm the champ, and I'm a get amped
The bah to your bing p!
Yeah! Take your shit, that's my verse