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[Beanie
One shot deal, one shot one
Hit you with the one skill
Bullets lift you up like you poppin on the
Feel I die when I'm poppin on the pill
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 slinging P last name
Outta hot pink like Camron Range
The cocaine cowboy at
I put ya niggaz in the dirt for one Dirt
Concealed hammer won't jam or chirp
Catch you on my second
Fresh outta jail, ice gat to smirk
on the waste can't serve 'em
ROC without Jay work?
Shit like we here
Actin like SP here
How ya'll niggaz can't see that clear?
Yeah, slow all the way down scrapper
Pump ya brakes fast, before ya crash
Crack ya on the dash
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 trunk
Four to ya crown like, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, cold crook, I trap like notebook
When the hot water disappear like when cook
Then resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, I'm sick
Leave that ass Dama
Sig. heat ass like sauna
Stretch ya body out like
my middle finger 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 like Carl
Try to me like all silence
with a vet be, all problems
I'm not about the B, I'm all promise
Before "The Truth", in the booth
As a young scrap, I was as a youth
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 like a blunt rolled
I'm that corn liquor nigga, 100
I bring the storm, all you lace ya boots
Better yet, out ya strings, make a noose
Hang yaself, here's a deuce, bang 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,
[Beanie
it back

Bring it back, me, Doc, blunted
Not from there, but I'm Philly Wanted
Drop and roll, when my biscuit
Talk is greasy, toungue with oil
Streets is mine, check my 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 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 with a double 4-4
And a Slim Jim to open ya Cadillac
In the Bricks you them guns

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