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

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

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

Bitches on the waste can't 'em
ROC without Jay work?
Shit like we here, actin' like SP ain't here
How ya'll can't see that clear? Clear?
Yeah, slow all the way down young

Pump ya brakes fast, before ya crash
ya head on the dash
I put ya body in a cast, my Shotty on blast
Hard don't get the picture until they see the flash

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

Leave that ass like Dama, Sig. heat that ass sauna
ya body out like recliner
Stretch my finger to your honor
Like, "Fuck the world", my persona, love drama
Drop a 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 threats B, I'm all

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

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

I bring the storm, all you niggaz ya boots
Better yet, pull out ya strings, a noose
Hang yaself, a deuce, deuce
Bang like Cheddar Bob
I'm in the like ST tall cat
Crooked ISPCO, nigga

Yes I
Yes I
fact
Yeah,
it back

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

Streets is mine, check my flow
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, there I go, no

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

I know, I be with a double 4, 4
And a Slim Jim to open ya Cadillac
In the Bricks you hear guns
Rat a tat,
Any nigga get X'ed out TicTacToe

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

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