[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