Sean Price Oops Upside Your Head Lyrics

(feat. Steele)

[Sean Price:]
Aiyyo
Yeah, oops upside your head
You wear a suit and a tie when you dead, you might see me
in the streets doin crazy stuff
Why? This rap s___ don't pay enough
No joke I'm serious, the God spit bodies that's furious
Y'all n____z is funny style, Eddie Murphy, "Delirious"
Me? I'm straight like 9:15
Two spliffs of the green, now my eyes Chinese
Add on, multiply, let's divide this cream
One for you... one for me
Two for you... one-two for me (yo what the f___?)

Yeah sanitation, I said sanitarium
n____z is clowns and found ground in aquariums
You m_________ers sleep with the fishes
I'm at your spot tryin to sleep wit'cha b____es, listen
You rap like P, don't rap like P
Back smack a rapper backwards for tryin to act like me
I'm, one of a kind, I'm second to none
If my, record ain't spun I network with some guns
Call dude at the radio, listen could you play me yo?
Yeah I'ma play it, he ain't play it but he played me though
Next week I saw him at a party tryin to wave hello
Smacked him in the face with the 8, I'm tryin to break his nose
m_________er~!

[Steele:]
Look, man, you must be out your God d___ mind
It don't make sense if I don't make a God d___ dime
Now why, you think I'm out here on this God d___ grind
And won't resign 'til I reside in a fox that's fine
I'm, like Criss "Mindfreak," abracadabra
n____ my nine speak, your rhymes weak and need v_____
Most rappers ain't that nice, your rap ain't real
You can't, be like Sean Price, can't do like Steele, f'real
And I don't mean to be facetious
It's genius to have the God on the track with Jesus
Y'all dudes f___ed up, your flows pathetic
The 8 set it, push up on n____z like calisthenics
We, wild and wreckless, the style's perfected
Don't wanna see me at your desk with scare like "Where the check is?"
This biz just gon' have this kid lose his religion
Pop a few Gods, do twenty-five to lives in prison