Fair One

[Intro: Reef talking] 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 [Verse One: Sean Price] 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 [?] 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 [Hook: Reef The Lost Cauze] {x2} Ayo we undisputed I don't box but my Glock will shoot it 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 [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 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 [Hook] [Verse Three: Sean Price] 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 [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 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 [Hook]