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One shot deal, one shot, one
Hit you the one shot skill
Bullets lift you up like you poppin' on the
Feel I die when I'm poppin' on the pill
So real that it feel, keep Cochran on my

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

The cocaine cowboy at
I put ya in the dirt for one like Dirt
Concealed won't jam or won't chirp
Catch you on my second
Fresh jail, ice grill gat to smirk

Bitches on the waste can't 'em
ROC without Jay won't
like we ain't here, actin' like SP ain't here
How niggaz can't see that clear? Clear?
Yeah, slow all the way down scrapper

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

You ain't ballin', you pump till you found in ya trunk naked
Four to ya crown like, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, cold crook, I trap like notebook
When the hot water disappear like when cook
Then resurface, its Sig. Berkowitz, I'm sick

Leave that ass like Dama, Sig. heat ass like sauna
Stretch ya body out recliner
my middle 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 like Thomas
Try to forget me like all
Fuckin' with a vet be, all
I'm not about the B, I'm all promise

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

Mac ya "Juice" like Bishop on the roof
I had ya pissin' in ya trunk like a
Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt rolled
I'm that corn liquor nigga, 100

I bring the storm, all you niggaz lace ya
Better yet, out ya strings, make a noose
yaself, here's a deuce, deuce
Bang like Cheddar Bob
I'm in the hood ST tall cat
Letter ISPCO, nigga

Yes I
Yes I
Matta
Yeah,
it back

Bring it back, me, Doc, America's
Not from there, but I'm Most Wanted
Drop and roll, when my biscuit
Talk is greasy, tongue Crisco oil

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

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

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

Any that know, Redman goin' the distance
We tryin' to get fucked for instance
When you bust baby, gon light the
me the rag, hop back in the Jag
I stole out the with the pricetag
I wrote this rhyme off 25 blunt
Hear that leave a block hunchback

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