Reef the Lost Cauze, Sean Price - Fair One lyrics

Yeah sean P lost Cauze fuck 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

The Amistad watcher, Glock popper
Knot rocker
Phantom of the Opera doctor with a chopper
Belligerent bars bitch
All being born to bullshit
Do the knowledge on that while I pull this
Need do wop, west African soup
Idi Amin in Uganda
Mad Jamaican niggas smoke ganja
Motion, lotion, Ocean 12 caper
I had the bitch 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 niggas bleed burgundy
Until y'all niggas act like
You've heard of me, p!
Listen i beat, earth, wind, fire and ice
Out niggas talkin' slick shit
About Sean Price 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, fuck a fair one

Yo I send murmurs
My words too much for your heart to stand
Your flow primitive like exhibit's
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 bitch ass through
A window like Charles Barkley
And Rick Mahorn
All I do is make classics nigga, 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 death rate in my hood
Is of a monstrous level
Look inside that boy eyes, he got the devil

We holdin' guns where the fuck is yours?
I clutch the four
Leave you fucked up for sure fuck the whore
No condom, fuck her raw
Go home to your wife and then fuck some more
Niggas 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 bitch to the 'burbs
Niggas know I ain't wrapped too tight
Slap a nigga in a battle for the
Fact he ain't rap too tight played yourself
You'se a hermaphrodite go fuck yourself
I'll see you in the afterlife

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
Fuck 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 ass nigga
Cold showin' the tape
Rollin' with Jake, without the Fat Man
Reef and Sean P, fuck with that man
You need a CAT scan