Church Bells - Sean Price, Junior Reid

Rastafari-ari

Haile Selassie eye

Taj Mahal ghost limit us, oh

Empress, oh

Ah when the church bell ring

And you hear the fat lady sing

Them shooters never ever try this again

Man dead, we shot with fire

No start no fling, no, oh

When the church bell ring

And when the fat lady sing, oh, oh

Them shooters never mistaken

Man dead, we shot with fire

No start no fling, no, no, no, no, no

P too

Screamin' on the corner like a Hebrew Israelite

Frightened with the titans

Wolf thug love, niggas is likin' the lycan

Bullshit thugs get a knife to your Nike and

Pop your air bubble, yeah niggas don’t fear trouble

Uh, the men pop thirty

Off digital jam, the Hancock Herbie

Go, P, a thug in his essence

Fuck faggots, unrequited love is the message

Sean poppin' for the nation

Or pay him, non-non-profit organization

Uh, I beat your ass for free

Then sip weed grass with Talib Kweli, P

Oh, yes, sing

Ah when the church bell ring

And you hear the fat lady sing

Them shooters never ever try this again

Man dead, we shot with fire

No start no fling, no, oh

When the church bell ring

And when the fat lady sing, oh, oh

Them shooters never never mistaken

Man dead, we shot with fire

No start no fling, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no

Yo, uh, to whom it may concern

I’m not concerned with whatever this shit may concern

My eighth burn in place, your ashes in the urn

Compassionate with rappin', lot of action with the words

I’m what you hope to be, vocally

Socially a misfit, loco with the biscuit

Uh, cry ouch when I enter

My GemStar make your Goose fly for the winter

No fashion, a fad

Drug traffickin', rappin', stashin' the smack in the cab

African-American, more American than African

Crackers wanna put me in the box and send me back with them

Top five, I’m top gun

Rappers all wack with the raps, but not son

Nigga, you fell for the knife’s slaughter, fool

Sean cool, in Hell with ice water, P

Ah when the church bell ring

And you hear the fat lady sing

Them know them shooters never mistaken

Man dead, we shot with fire

No start no fling

Oh, when the church bell ring

And when the fat lady sing

Them shooters never mistaken

Man dead, we shot with fire

No start no fling, no

Today we’re going to learn how to play the P Chord.

The first thing you wanna

do is get your fingers in this position.

And if you lift your middle finger,

it becomes a P Minor