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One shot deal, one shot, one
Hit you the one shot skill
Bullets lift you up like you on the wheel
Feel I can't die I'm poppin' on the pill
So real that it feel, Cochran on my heels

Who rock the black and out?
Now the MAC back out, just to blackout
Got the ROC on my back, SP on my
Shooters on the block P last name
Outta hot pink thangs like Range

The cowboy at work
I put ya niggaz in the for one like Dirt
Concealed hammer won't jam or chirp
you on my second merk
Fresh outta jail, ice grill gat to

Bitches on the can't serve 'em
ROC Jay won't work?
Shit like we ain't here, actin' SP ain't here
How ya'll can't see that clear? Clear?
Yeah, slow all the way young scrapper

Pump ya brakes real fast, before ya
Crack ya head on the
I put ya body in a cast, my Shotty on blast
Hard heads get the picture until they see the flash

You ballin', you pump fakin' till you found in ya trunk naked
pound to ya crown like, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, cold crook, I trap like notebook
When the hot water like when coke cook
resurface, its Sig. Berkowitz, bitch I'm sick

Leave that ass like Dama, Sig. heat that ass like
Stretch ya out like recliner
Stretch my finger to your honor
Like, "Fuck the world", that's my persona, drama
a buildin' like Osama, you vagina

I know you wish you never met me Carl Thomas
Try to me like all silence
Fuckin' a vet be, all problems
I'm not the threats B, I'm all promise

"The Truth", position in the booth
As a young scrap, I was as a youth
Kept a gat movin' in the Coupe
You was strapped, then positioned on the
strapped, put my pistol on shoot

Mac take ya "Juice" like on the roof
I had ya pissin' in ya like a roof
Bullets hit ya like a blunt rolled loose
I'm that liquor nigga, 100 proof

I bring the storm, all you niggaz lace ya
Better yet, pull out ya strings, make a
Hang yaself, a deuce, deuce
Bang yaself like Bob
I'm in the hood ST tall cat
Crooked Letter ISPCO,

Yes I
Yes I
fact
Yeah,
it back

Bring it back, me, Doc, blunted
Not from there, but I'm Philly Most
Drop and roll, my biscuit boil
is greasy, tongue with Crisco oil

Streets is mine, check my online
At
Bricks, two on the hip, for the sky
You and ya suit is buried alive
On top of the Empire, me to dive
Wee, I go, no parachute

like Knoxville, hot as Cancun
Chest is baboon, Redman rip the show
I be the raw in ya bitches
She be goin' to the bathroom, blow
Like, "Oh shit, my man a joke"

I know, I be strapped a double 4, 4
And a Slim Jim to open ya door
In the Bricks you hear them
Rat a tat,
Any get X'ed out like TicTacToe

Any bitch that know, Redman the distance
We ain't tryin' to get for instance
you bust baby, gon light the insence
Pass me the rag, hop in the Jag
I stole out the showroom the pricetag
I this rhyme off 25 blunt drags
Hear that sound leave a hunchback

House, understand prick
We ain't gon stop we "Rich bitch"
Holla back, Redman, Beanie
Killa