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[Beanie
One shot deal, one one kill
Hit you with the one shot
Bullets lift you up you poppin on the wheel
Feel I can't die I'm poppin on the pill
So real that it feel, Cochran on my heels
Who rock the and back out
Now the MAC back out, bout to blackout
Got the ROC on my back, SP on my
Shooters on the slinging P last name
Outta hot thangs like Camron Range
The cocaine at work
I put ya in the dirt for one like Dirt
Concealed won't jam or won't chirp
Catch you on my merk
Fresh jail, ice grill gat to smirk
Bitches on the waste serve '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 down scrapper
ya brakes real 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 picture they see the flash
You ballin, you pump faking
you found in ya trunk naked
Four pound to ya like, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, cold crook, I trap like notebook
When the hot disappear like when coke cook
resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, bitch I'm sick
Leave ass like Dama
Sig. heat ass like sauna
Stretch ya body out like
Stretch my middle finger to your
like, "Fuck the world", thats my persona, love
Drop a building Osama, you vagina
I know you wish you met me like Carl Thomas
Try to me like all silence
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 moving pigeons in the
You was strapped, positioned on the stoop
Stay strapped, put my on shoot
Mac take ya "Juice" like on the roof
I had ya pissing in ya trunk a roof
Bullets hit ya chest a blunt rolled loose
I'm that corn liquor nigga, 100
I the storm, all you niggaz lace ya boots
Better yet, pull out ya strings, make a
Hang yaself, here's a deuce, bang yaself like Cheddar Bob
I'm in the hood like cat-Crooked Letter-I
S-P-C-O, yes I

Yes I
[Beanie
Matta

Yeah,
[Beanie
it back

Bring it back, me, Doc, blunted
Not there, but I'm Philly Most Wanted
Drop and roll, when my boil
Talk is greasy, toungue Crisco oil
Streets is mine, 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, me to dive
[Weeeeeee] there I go, no
like Knoxville, hot as Cancun
Chest hair is baboon, 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 strapped a double 4-4
And a Slim Jim to ya Cadillac door
In the Bricks you hear them

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