[Intro: Sean Price]
Yea
P!
Uh-huh, Sandpeople
Yea
Uh-huh

[Verse 1: Sean Price]
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
[Hook: Sample & Illmaculate]
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

[Verse 2: Illmaculate]
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”
[Hook: Sample & Illmaculate]
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

[Verse 3: OnlyOne]
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
[Hook: Sample & Illmaculate]
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)