Sean Price - Fair One lyrics

[Intro: Reef talking] Yeah. Sean P. Lost Cauze. f** a fair one. You know? 'Bout to get it in. Nahmean? It's 2005. Juju Mob. Good Hands what up? Mighty Mi on the beat. Let's go [Verse One: Sean Price] The Amistad watcher, Glock popper, knot rocker Phantom of the Opera doctor with a chopper Belligerent bars b**h All being born to bullsh** Do the knowledge on that while I pull this [?] wop, west African soup, Idi Amin in Uganda Mad Jamaican n***as smoke ganja Motion, lotion, Ocean 12 caper I had the b**h now, and then gave her to Brad Pitt later Listen Dead rappers get better promotion Probably go diamond when I throw your head in the ocean Broke rappers want bread but they steadily loafin' Ask 'em to eat, still can't rap to the beat Speed knots on your head make y'all n***as bleed burgundy Until y'all n***as act like you've heard of me, P! Listen I beat, earth, wind, fire and ice Out n***as talkin' slick sh**, about Sean Price [Hook: Reef The Lost Cauze] {x2} Ayo we undisputed I don't box but my Glock is shooting The fair one don't exist, kids will pop your roof in Stop the music, I'm tellin' you the truth We don't care son, so yo, f** a fair one [Verse Two: Reef The Lost Cauze] Yo I send murmurs My words too much for your heart to stand Your flow primitive like exhibits at the art museum I'll rip apart your plans, retool your blueprint Rob you for your two cents, can't rock cause you too bent Word to Sean P, from Philly to Canarsie Back to Brownsville, split your head till the dark meat I spit water My flow is where the sharks meet I'll throw your b**h a** through a window like Charles Barkley And Rick Mahorn All I do is make cla**ics n***a, pick a song Keep a king piece that'll flip your pawns Off the chessboard, my tec roar and leave your chest sore I'll be right on your stoop, like I live next door Live from inside the ghetto where they palm the metal So pardon me if I ain't rhymin' on a conscious level The d**h rate in my hood is of a monstrous level Look inside that boy eyes, he got the devil [Hook] [Verse Three: Sean Price] We holdin' guns Where the f** is yours? I clutch the four, leave you f**ed up for sure f** the who*e No condom, f** her raw Go home to your wife and then f** some more n***as like, "Sean you bug with the words." I went to school When I pop you with the tool, catch a slug from a nerd All day I've been huggin' the curb Buggin' with birds, thinkin' 'bout Takin' a trip with this b**h to the 'burbs n***as know I ain't wrapped too tight Slap a n***a in a battle for the fact he ain't rap too tight Played yourself You'se a hermaphrodite Go f** yourself, I'll see you in the afterlife [Reef The Lost Cauze] Ayo my mind is realer It's the Mob and Boot Camp You'se a food stamp I'm 'bout to buy chips with ya My fifth hit ya from the eyes up Leave a hole in the side of ya face the size of an onion kaiser Bagel Whether you coon, kike or dago, I must break you like Ivan Drago f** your payroll, I'm gifted cause The game without Reef, Cousin Balki "don't be ridiculous" I lit my buzz, now I'm blowin' smoke in your face You a chauncey a** n***a, cold showin' the tape Rollin' with Jake, without the Fat Man Reef and Sean P, f** with that man, you need a CAT scan [Hook]