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[Beanie
One shot deal, one one kill
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 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
on the block slinging P last name
Outta hot thangs like Camron Range
The cowboy at work
I put ya niggaz in the for one like Dirt
Concealed hammer jam or won't chirp
you on my second merk
Fresh outta jail, ice grill gat to
Bitches on the waste serve 'em
ROC without Jay work?
Shit we ain't here
Actin SP ain't here
How ya'll niggaz can't see that Clear?
Yeah, slow all the way down scrapper
Pump ya real fast, before ya crash
Crack ya head on the
I put ya body in a cast, my shotty on blast
Hard heads don't get the picture until they see the
You ain't ballin, you pump
Till you found in ya trunk
Four pound to ya like, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, cold crook, I paper like notebook
When the hot disappear like when coke cook
Then resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, bitch I'm
Leave that ass like
Sig. heat that ass like
Stretch ya body out recliner
Stretch my finger to your honor
like, "Fuck the world", my persona, love drama
a building like Osama, you vagina
I know you wish you never met me like Carl
Try to forget me all silence
Fuckin a vet be, all problems
I'm not about the threats B, I'm all
Before "The Truth", in the booth
As a young scrap, I was as a youth
a gat moving pigeons in the Coupe
You was strapped, then on the stoop
Stay strapped, put my pistol on
Mac take ya "Juice" Bishop on the roof
I had ya pissing in ya trunk like a
Bullets hit ya like a blunt rolled loose
I'm that liquor nigga, 100 proof
I bring the storm, all you lace ya boots
Better yet, pull out ya strings, make a
Hang yaself, here's a deuce deuce, bang yaself Cheddar Bob
I'm in the hood like cat-Crooked Letter-I
S-P-C-O, yes I

Yes I
[Beanie
fact

Yeah,
Sigel]
Bring it

Bring it back, me, Doc, America's
Not there, but I'm Philly Most Wanted
Drop and roll, when my boil
Talk is greasy, toungue Crisco oil
is mine, check my flow online
At ww.cutanigga.com
Bricks, two on the hip, for the sky
You and ya Burberry suit is alive
On top of the Empire, me to dive
there I go, no parachute
Jackass Knoxville, hot as Cancun
hair is baboon, Redman rip the show
I be the raw in ya nose
She be goin to the bathroom, sniffing
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

Any get X'ed out like Tic-Tac-Toe
Any bitch that know, Redman 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 showroom with the
I wrote rhyme off 25 blunt drags
Hear that sound (whoosh), leave a block
House, understand prick
We ain't gon till we "RICH BITCH"
back, Redman, Beanie Sigel
Killa