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[Beanie
One shot deal, one shot one
Hit you with the one shot
Bullets lift you up like you on the wheel
I can't die when I'm poppin on the pill
So real that it feel, keep Cochran on my
Who the black and back out
Now the MAC back out, just bout to
Got the ROC on my back, SP on my
Shooters on the block 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 second
Fresh outta jail, ice gat to smirk
Bitches on the can't serve 'em
ROC Jay won't work?
Shit like we ain't
Actin like SP ain't
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 on the dash
I put ya body in a cast, keep my shotty on
Hard heads don't get the until they see the flash
You ballin, you pump faking
Till you in ya trunk naked
Four to ya crown like, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, cold crook, I trap paper notebook
When the hot disappear like when coke cook
Then resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, I'm sick
Leave that ass like
Sig. heat that ass sauna
Stretch ya body out recliner
Stretch my middle finger to honor
like, "Fuck the world", thats my persona, drama
Drop a like Osama, you vagina
I know you wish you met me like Carl Thomas
Try to me like all silence
with a vet be, all problems
I'm not about the threats B, I'm all
Before "The Truth", position in the
As a young scrap, I was vicious as a
a gat moving pigeons in the Coupe
You was strapped, positioned on the stoop
Stay strapped, put my on shoot
Mac take ya "Juice" like Bishop on the
I had ya pissing in ya trunk a roof
hit ya chest like a blunt rolled loose
I'm corn liquor nigga, 100 proof
I bring the storm, all you lace ya boots
Better yet, pull out ya strings, a noose
Hang yaself, here's a deuce deuce, bang yaself Cheddar Bob
I'm in the hood like S-T-tall Letter-I
S-P-C-O, yes I

Yes I
[Beanie
fact

Yeah,
[Beanie
Bring it

Bring it back, me, Doc, America's
Not from there, but I'm Most Wanted
Drop and roll, when my biscuit
Talk is greasy, toungue with oil
Streets is mine, check my flow
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 hair is baboon, Redman rip the
I be the raw in ya nose
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 get X'ed out like 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 with the pricetag
I wrote rhyme off 25 blunt drags
Hear that sound (whoosh), a block hunchback
Killa House, understand
We ain't gon stop we "RICH BITCH"
back, Redman, Beanie Sigel
Killa