One Question - Sean Price, Reek, Ruste Juxx

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