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[Beanie
One deal, one shot one kill
Hit you the one shot skill
lift you up like you poppin on the wheel
Feel I can't die when I'm on the pill
So real that it feel, keep on my heels
Who the black and back out
Now the MAC back out, just bout to
Got the ROC on my back, SP on my
Shooters on the block P last name
Outta hot pink thangs Camron Range
The cowboy at work
I put ya niggaz in the dirt for one like
Concealed hammer jam or won't chirp
you on my second merk
Fresh jail, ice grill gat to smirk
Bitches on the waste can't 'em
ROC without Jay won't
Shit like we here
like SP ain't here
How ya'll niggaz can't see that Clear?
Yeah, slow all the way young scrapper
Pump ya brakes fast, before ya crash
Crack ya head on the
I put ya body in a cast, keep my on blast
Hard heads don't get the until they see the flash
You ain't ballin, you faking
Till you found in ya naked
Four pound to ya like, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, crook, I trap paper like notebook
When the hot water disappear like when coke
Then resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, bitch I'm
Leave that ass like
Sig. heat that ass like
Stretch ya body out like
Stretch my finger to your honor
like, "Fuck the world", thats my persona, drama
Drop a building Osama, you vagina
I know you wish you never met me Carl Thomas
Try to me like all silence
Fuckin with a vet be, all
I'm not the threats B, I'm all promise
Before "The Truth", position in the
As a scrap, I was vicious as a youth
a gat moving pigeons 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 in ya trunk like a roof
Bullets hit ya like a blunt rolled loose
I'm corn liquor nigga, 100 proof
I bring the storm, all you niggaz lace ya
Better yet, pull out ya strings, a noose
Hang yaself, here's a deuce deuce, bang like Cheddar Bob
I'm in the like S-T-tall cat-Crooked Letter-I
S-P-C-O, yes I

Yes I
[Beanie
fact

Yeah,
[Beanie
Bring it

Bring it back, me, Doc, blunted
Not from there, but I'm Philly Most
and roll, when my biscuit boil
Talk is greasy, toungue with oil
is mine, check my flow online
At ww.cutanigga.com
Bricks, two on the hip, for the sky
You and ya Burberry 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, Redman rip the
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 door
In the Bricks you them guns

Any nigga get X'ed out Tic-Tac-Toe
Any that know, Redman goin the distance
We ain't tryin to get for instance
When you baby, gon light the insence
Pass me the rag, hop in the Jag
I stole out the with the pricetag
I wrote this rhyme off 25 drags
Hear that sound (whoosh), leave a block
Killa House, understand
We gon stop till we "RICH BITCH"
Holla back, Redman, Beanie
Killa