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[Beanie
One shot deal, one one kill
Hit you with the one shot
Bullets you up like you poppin on the wheel
Feel I die when I'm poppin on the pill
So real it feel, keep Cochran on my heels
Who the black and back out
Now the MAC out, just bout to blackout
Got the ROC on my back, SP on my
on the block slinging P last name
Outta hot pink like Camron Range
The cocaine at work
I put ya niggaz in the dirt for one Dirt
hammer won't jam or won't chirp
Catch you on my merk
Fresh outta jail, ice gat to smirk
on the waste can't serve 'em
ROC without Jay work?
Shit we ain't here
like SP ain't here
How niggaz can't see that clear? Clear?
Yeah, all the way down young scrapper
Pump ya brakes real fast, before ya
Crack ya head on the
I put ya body in a cast, keep my shotty on
Hard heads don't get the picture until they see the
You ain't ballin, you pump
Till you found in ya naked
pound to ya crown 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 honor
like, "Fuck the world", thats my persona, drama
Drop a building Osama, you vagina
I know you wish you never met me like 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
a gat moving pigeons in the Coupe
You was strapped, then positioned on the
Stay strapped, put my pistol on
Mac take ya "Juice" like Bishop on the
I had ya pissing in ya trunk like a
Bullets hit ya chest a blunt rolled loose
I'm corn liquor nigga, 100 proof
I the storm, all you niggaz lace ya boots
Better yet, pull out ya strings, a noose
Hang yaself, here's a deuce deuce, yaself 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,
Sigel]
Bring it

Bring it back, me, Doc, America's
Not from there, but I'm Philly Wanted
Drop and roll, when my boil
Talk is greasy, toungue with oil
Streets is mine, 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, dare me to
there I go, no parachute
Jackass like Knoxville, hot as
Chest is baboon, Redman rip the show
I be the raw in ya bitches
She be to the bathroom, sniffing blow
Like, "Oh shit, my man a joke"
I know, I be strapped with a 4-4
And a Jim to open ya Cadillac door
In the Bricks you them guns

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