Sean Price, Ruste Juxx, Reek - One Question lyrics

[Sean Price, Ruste Juxx, Reek - One Question lyrics]

I am so cool, cool, cool, cool

(I just wanna ask ya one question)
Who's the nicest Emcee, nigga?
(I just wanna ask ya one question)
Who rap better than P, nigga?
(I just wanna ask ya one question)
Beretta or Desert Eag's, nigga?
(I just wanna ask ya, I want ya to know)

A yo nigga's acting tough, until I shmack
The impact will blow trees
Back and crack statues
Pistol whip your shit
Stick in the clip and then clap you
That's when I smash you
Reading the book of Matthew
I be the best to do it
The leader of the new school while
The rest is true it
You had a chance but I guess you blew it
Piss on your grave
Now you all can rest in fluid
Listen, Knife on my right the pistol is left
Sell a black nigga crack, white crystal meth
Drug money, my niggas stay scrapping plates
Stay dirty, in the tub by my bathing ape
I shoot your rap book, rifle your hood rhymes
Running wild, funny style
Michael from Good Times
Sean Price, Babu on the beats
Better watch where you walk
'fore you stabbed in your feet p!

Yeah (I just wanna ask ya one question)
Why the fuck is your bitch checkin'
Me while she with you?
(I just wanna ask ya one question)
Why the fuck I ain't get signed yet?
(I just wanna ask ya one question)
Do you want your motherfucking jaw broke
Nigga?
(I just wanna ask ya, I want ya to know)

I don't answer questions when they
Asked by the police
'Cause, I don't know you and him
And him and you do don't know me
There must have been a mixup
I wasn't in Brownsville
I was out in the Stuy with
Some bitch getting my dick sucked
What you mean how the fuck his
Chain got around my neck?
How his watch on my wrist?
He gave it to me as gift
I don't know how all your
Money got in my pocket
But, your bitch in my bed
'cause your honey I'm cockin'
Beating niggas half to death
Ref you gotta stop it
When Master P drop Mic Tyson
You better cop it
If you don't your chest we gon' heckle and it
Not even a vest could slow
'em down or block it
Who told you that I buy things
Sell 'em and make a profit?
That's just an air hustler
Fussing and making gossip
The names Reek and big business
Is what I'm repping
And I'm tired of giving answers
Quit asking these fucking questions

(I just wanna ask ya one question)
Why your ugly ass moms
Ain't use birth control?
(I just wanna ask ya one question)
Why the fuck your timbs always leaning
Like the Tower of Pisa
(I just wanna ask ya one question)
How the fuck you got a caesar with waves in
The front and an afro shag in the back?
(I just wanna ask ya, I want you to know)

Yo how it took you thirty
Years just to sound ight?
When I spit my first rhyme
Niggas knew I was nice
How your girl gave brain to me, Buck
And Starang on tour, ran a train
But you love her the same
Why your man frontin' like he got
A gun on his waist?
Said I tried to style on him
Got punched in his face
Why that bitch body banging and
Her ass so fat but her grill like she got
Smacked with a spike bat
Why the feds taking pictures and
Looking through my window?
I'm still sippin' gin and juice
Smoking on some Indo
Why your pen game is weaker than
The tracks you be spittin' on?
Keep your day job, you ain't never getting on
Why y'all niggas on your
Knees taking back shots?
Never slung a slingshot
Let alone a crack rock
Why the fuck you ask so many questions?
Left field, shift from different directions
Fuck out of here

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