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[Beanie
One deal, one shot one kill
Hit you the one shot skill
Bullets lift you up like you on the wheel
Feel I can't die when I'm poppin on the
So real that it feel, keep 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
on the block slinging P last name
Outta hot pink like Camron Range
The cocaine at work
I put ya in the dirt for one like 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 won't
Shit like we here
Actin SP ain't here
How ya'll can't see that clear? 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 shotty on
Hard heads get the picture until they see the flash
You ain't ballin, you pump
Till you found in ya naked
Four to ya crown like, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, cold crook, I trap paper notebook
When the hot water disappear when coke cook
Then resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, bitch I'm
Leave that ass like
Sig. that ass like sauna
ya body out like recliner
Stretch my middle finger to honor
like, "Fuck the world", thats my persona, love
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 the threats B, I'm all promise
Before "The Truth", in the booth
As a scrap, I was vicious as a youth
Kept a gat moving in the Coupe
You was strapped, then on the stoop
Stay strapped, put my on shoot
Mac ya "Juice" like Bishop on the roof
I had ya pissing in ya trunk a roof
Bullets hit ya like a blunt rolled loose
I'm that liquor nigga, 100 proof
I the storm, all you niggaz lace ya boots
yet, pull out ya strings, make 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,
Sigel]
Bring it

Bring it back, me, Doc, blunted
Not from there, but I'm Most Wanted
and roll, when my biscuit boil
Talk is greasy, with Crisco 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, me to dive
[Weeeeeee] there I go, no
Jackass like Knoxville, hot as
Chest hair is baboon, Redman rip the
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 with a double 4-4
And a Slim Jim to open ya Cadillac
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 tryin to get fucked for
When you bust baby, gon light the
Pass me the rag, hop in the Jag
I stole out the showroom with the
I this rhyme off 25 blunt drags
Hear sound (whoosh), leave a block hunchback
House, understand prick
We ain't gon stop we "RICH BITCH"
Holla back, Redman, Beanie
House