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[Beanie
One deal, one shot one kill
Hit you the one shot skill
Bullets lift you up you poppin on the wheel
I can't die when I'm poppin on the pill
So real that it feel, keep on my heels
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 slinging P last
Outta hot pink thangs like Camron
The cocaine at work
I put ya in the dirt for one like Dirt
Concealed hammer won't jam or won't
Catch you on my merk
Fresh outta jail, ice gat to smirk
Bitches on the waste serve 'em
ROC without Jay won't
Shit we ain't here
Actin like SP here
How ya'll niggaz can't see that Clear?
Yeah, all the way down young scrapper
ya brakes real fast, before ya crash
Crack ya on the dash
I put ya body in a cast, my shotty on blast
Hard heads don't get the until they see the flash
You ain't ballin, you faking
Till you in ya trunk naked
pound to ya crown like, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, cold crook, I trap paper like
When the hot water disappear like coke cook
resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, bitch I'm sick
Leave that ass like
Sig. heat that ass like
Stretch ya body out recliner
my middle finger to your honor
like, "Fuck the world", thats my persona, love
Drop a like Osama, you vagina
I know you wish you never met me like Carl
Try to forget me all silence
Fuckin 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
strapped, put my pistol on shoot
Mac take ya "Juice" like Bishop on the
I had ya pissing in ya like a roof
Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt loose
I'm that corn nigga, 100 proof
I bring the storm, all you lace ya boots
yet, pull out ya strings, make a noose
Hang yaself, here's a deuce deuce, bang yaself like Bob
I'm in the hood like S-T-tall Letter-I
S-P-C-O, yes I

Yes I
[Beanie
fact

Yeah,
[Beanie
it back

Bring it back, me, Doc, America's
Not from there, but I'm Philly Wanted
and roll, when my biscuit boil
Talk is greasy, with Crisco 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 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 get X'ed out like Tic-Tac-Toe
Any bitch that know, Redman goin the
We ain't to get fucked for instance
you bust baby, gon light the insence
Pass me the rag, hop in the Jag
I out the showroom with the pricetag
I wrote this off 25 blunt drags
Hear sound (whoosh), leave a block hunchback
Killa House, understand
We gon stop till we "RICH BITCH"
back, Redman, Beanie Sigel
Killa