Darrell "Digga" Branch - Fair One Pt. 1 (f**ing With Two Known Felons) lyrics

[Bloodshed] Yo, don't cross the line if you afraid of the guage I smell your p**y, see the b**h runnin down your leg n***a You f**in' with a well known felon, I do more than just leave ya swellin I'll blast you in your melon and leave you smellin [Cam'Ron] Plus I'm into crucifixtion, maracos k**s the fixes Presidents the purest nixion but they out their jurisdiction This year we kidnapped, my brother's in a basement He was busting with Mason, jumpin probation And k**ed without no justification [Bloodshed] Word up, take off the safety and insert the clip Then I start to flip, bust off in dicks, inside p**no flicks Up under my tongue is where my blade rest My 12 guage stretch, is even more scarier than the AIDS test [Cam'Ron] I had a fight with a seven footer, he wouldn't drop Pulled the Glock, left him frozen like a Pudding Pop My madness couldn't stop There's something about me that just love's k**in' I'm above feeling, just into slug peeling slash drug dealing [Bloodshed] Don't make it a habit G, or I'm extinguish two in your cavity Cause where I'm from it's like a ghost town We packing toast clown, f** around Your b**h a** will get a broke crown [Cam'Ron] And the k**a got real weight, semi-autos I feel hate In between my ears and my head I got steel plates So get that a** flamed, in my head I got bra** frames Horror's my last name, with mad fame To last forever like gra** stains [Bloodshed] Mad n***as dream about taking mine But if they do, they get their faces stitched up just like Frankenstein Cause Bloodshed's known for jacking crabs When I act with mags, I leave f*gs Soaking blood like Maxi pads [Cam'Ron] Aiyo, when it comes to bread, n***as make loafs You run around with fake toast Money or your life, n***a I'll take both I hate the heavens and you shady reverends n***as like +90210+, I'm like k**a Cam, +187+ [Both] Well how ?do cruel? for ya rollin a few Gotta stay ya hood from goons they be calling us 'Do [Cam'Ron] You'll get departed if you come up in here son Cause yo, there's no such thing as a FAIR ONE [Bloodshed] My streets is smothered with dirty brothers That k** other n***as mothers, just to get on newspaper covers [Cam'Ron] Aiyo, you'll get departed if you come up in here son Cause yo, there's no such thing as a FAIR ONE [Bloodshed] My sk**s are sharper than a prize fighter My right hook and left hook is guaranteed to leave your eyes tighter Out of my crew I am the loc'est one, so don't provoke the strung Or my smoking gun, will leave you soaking son I tell the truth, so you should all figure My double four trigger's +Above The Law+ like that Segal n***a And I'm a buddah head until I'm dead And ain't no changing Bloodshed 'Nuff bread, enough said [Cam'Ron] Plus I deal with 'caine Enemies tried to peel my brain So feel the pain, but I got steel to flame Knuckle game is still the same n***a Load the pistols, I'm about the scorch like missles Any gatway blow the whistle, coach stacks inside the Folgers Crystals I got the techs when I guard my type Looking for a squad to sight, who's hard tonight? Nobody so I'll start a fight And f** a broken Becks, I'll yoke your necks I walk around with a smoking tech, a trey 8 So vacate or get soakin' wet