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[Beanie
One shot deal, one shot one
Hit you with the one shot
Bullets lift you up you poppin on the wheel
Feel I die when I'm poppin on the pill
So real that it feel, keep on my heels
Who rock the and back out
Now the MAC back out, just bout to
Got the ROC on my back, SP on my
Shooters on the slinging P last name
hot pink thangs like Camron Range
The cowboy at work
I put ya niggaz in the for one like Dirt
Concealed hammer 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 without Jay 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 young
Pump ya brakes fast, before ya crash
ya head on the dash
I put ya body in a cast, keep my on blast
Hard don't get the picture 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 like
When the hot water disappear 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, love
Drop a like Osama, you vagina
I know you wish you never met me Carl 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", position in the
As a young scrap, I was as a youth
Kept a gat moving in the Coupe
You was strapped, then positioned on the
strapped, put my pistol on shoot
Mac take ya "Juice" like on the roof
I had ya pissing in ya like a roof
Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt rolled
I'm that liquor nigga, 100 proof
I the storm, all you niggaz lace ya boots
Better yet, pull out ya strings, a noose
yaself, here's a deuce 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,
Sigel]
Bring it

Bring it back, me, Doc, blunted
Not from there, but I'm Most Wanted
Drop and roll, when my boil
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 suit is alive
On top of the Empire, me to dive
[Weeeeeee] there I go, no
like Knoxville, hot as Cancun
Chest hair is baboon, rip the show
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 a double 4-4
And a Jim to open ya Cadillac door
In the you hear them guns

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