Fair One Pt. 1 (f*cking With Two Known Felons) lyrics

[Bloodshed]
Yo, don't cross the line if you afraid of the gauge
I smell your pus*y, see the b*tch runnin down your leg n*gga
You f*ckin' with a well known felon, I do more than just leave ya swellin
I'll blast you in your melon and leave you smellin

[Cam'Ron]
Plus I'm into crucifixion, miracles to kill the fiction
Presidents as pure Nixon but they out their jurisdiction
This kid we kidnapped, got rushed in a basement
He was busting with Mason, jumpin probation
And killed without no justification

[Bloodshed]
Word up, take off the safety and insert the clip
Then I start to flip, bust off in di*ks, inside porno flicks
Up under my tongue is where my blade rest
My 12 gauge stretch, is even more scarier than the AIDS test

[Cam'Ron]
I had a fight with a seven footer, he wouldn't drop
Pulled the Glock, left him frozen like a Pudding Pop
My madness couldn't stop
There's something about me that just love's killin'
I'm a bugged villain, send a slug peeling slash drug dealing
[Bloodshed]
Don't make it a habit G, or I'm extinguish two in your cavity
Cause where I'm from it's like a ghost town
We packing toast clown, f*ck around
Your b*tch ass will get a broke crown

[Cam'Ron]
And the Killa got real weight, semi-autos I feel hate
In between my ears and my head I got steel plates
So get that ass framed, hardhead I got brass brains
Horror's my last name, with mad fame
To last forever like grass stains

[Bloodshed]
Mad n*ggas dream about taking mine
But if they do, they get their faces stitched up just like Frankenstein
Cause Bloodshed's known for jacking crabs
When I act with mags, I leave fags
Soaking blood like Maxipads

[Cam'Ron]
Aiyo, when it comes to bread, n*ggas make loafs
You run around with fake toast
Money or your life, n*gga I'll take both
I hate the heavens and you shady reverends
n*ggas like +90210+, I like Killa Cam, +187s+

[Both]
Where I resumes gloom, ??? roll with some ???
Gotta stay alert from goons that be causing Lex doom

[Cam'Ron]
You'll get departed if you come up in here son
Cause yo, there's no such thing as a FAIR ONE

(Chorus)
[Bloodshed]
My streets is smothered with dirty brothers
That kill other n*ggas mothers, just to get on newspaper covers
[Cam'Ron]
Aiyo, you'll get departed if you come up in here son
Cause yo, there's no such thing as a FAIR ONE

[Bloodshed]
My skills are sharper than a prize fighter
My right hook and left hook is guaranteed to leave your eyes tighter
Out of my crew I am the loc'est one, so don't provoke the strung
Or my smoking gun, will leave you soaking son
I tell the truth, so you should all figure
My double four trigger's +Above The Law+ like that Segal n*gga
And I'm a buddah head until I'm dead
And ain't no changing Bloodshed
Tough bread, enough said
[Cam'Ron]
Plus I deal with 'caine
Enemies tried to peel my brain
To feel the pain, but I got steel to flame
Knuckle game is still the same n*gga
Load the pistols, I'm about the scorch like missiles
Any foul play blow the whistle, coach stacks inside the Folgers Crystals
I got the techs when I guard my sight
Looking for a squad to sight, who's hard tonight?
Nobody so I'll start a fight
And f*ck a broken Becks, I'll yoke your necks
I walk around with a smoking tech, a trey 8
So vacate or get soakin' wet