Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Question, artist - Sean Price. Album song Master P, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2007
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
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) |
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 |
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 |