Sean Price - S.E.A.N. lyrics

[Hook] They call me S-E-A-N Peep in your mind, run tell your children The God spit fire, admire the sk**s, friend The sk**s been acquired since living in Tilden [Verse 1] Yo, somebody call the morgue, I just called it DOA Two to the head, I shot the b**h in broad day No time for the tattlin', babblin', okay? Told my brother, put the b**h in a barrel like Torae When it comes to hard bar, that's me all day Your sh** got flaws, pa, and it saw no days I'm the raw rap writer, reciter of raw raps All that wack sh** that you're talkin', just fall back See, my flow off some one-two sh** P. Fly, G.I. Joe, the Kung Fu Grip Got a lock on the game, not with the games Bare-knuckle, (?) your frame Got my mind made up, you can't convince me, holmes That the way to the top is my co*k in Quincy Jones Secret society designed by man Made the Mason beat the murder, making signs with his hands Who manufactured that sh** Don't believe in none of that sh**, your facts are backwards A active inactive gang leader Well-loved in the streets, my peeps, they been heated [Hook] They call me S-E-A-N Peep in your mind, run tell your children The God, spit fire, admire the sk**s, friend The sk**s been acquired since living in Tilden They call me S-E-A-N Peep in your mind, run tell your children The God spit fire, admire the sk**s, friend The sk**s been acquired since living in Tilden