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[Beanie
One shot deal, one one kill
Hit you with the one skill
Bullets lift you up like you on the wheel
Feel I can't die when I'm poppin on the
So that it feel, keep 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 thangs like Camron Range
The cowboy at work
I put ya niggaz in the dirt for one like
Concealed hammer won't jam or chirp
Catch you on my second
Fresh outta jail, ice gat to smirk
Bitches on the waste can't 'em
ROC without Jay work?
like we ain't here
Actin SP ain't here
How ya'll can't see that clear? 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 get the picture until they see the flash
You ain't ballin, you faking
Till you found in ya naked
pound to ya crown like, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, cold crook, I trap paper like
When the hot water like when coke cook
resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, bitch I'm sick
Leave that ass like
Sig. heat ass like sauna
Stretch ya body out recliner
Stretch my middle to your honor
like, "Fuck the world", thats my persona, love
a building like Osama, you vagina
I know you wish you never met me Carl Thomas
Try to forget me all silence
with 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
Kept a gat moving 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 a roof
Bullets hit ya chest like a rolled loose
I'm corn liquor nigga, 100 proof
I bring the storm, all you niggaz ya boots
Better yet, pull out ya strings, a noose
Hang yaself, here's a deuce, bang yaself like Cheddar Bob
I'm in the hood like S-T-tall cat-Crooked
S-P-C-O, yes I

Yes I
[Beanie
Matta

Yeah,
[Beanie
Bring it

Bring it back, me, Doc, America's
Not there, but I'm Philly Most Wanted
and roll, when my biscuit boil
Talk is greasy, with Crisco oil
is mine, check my flow online
At ww.cutanigga.com
Bricks, two on the hip, for the sky
You and ya suit is buried alive
On top of the Empire, dare me to
there I go, no parachute
Jackass like Knoxville, hot as
Chest hair is baboon, 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 with a double 4-4
And a Slim Jim to open ya Cadillac
In the Bricks you hear guns

Any nigga get out like Tic-Tac-Toe
Any bitch that know, Redman goin the
We ain't tryin to get for instance
When you bust baby, gon light the
Pass me the rag, hop in the Jag
I stole out the showroom with the
I wrote this rhyme off 25 drags
Hear that sound (whoosh), leave a hunchback
Killa House, prick
We ain't gon till we "RICH BITCH"
Holla back, Redman, Sigel
Killa