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[Beanie
One shot deal, one one kill
Hit you with the one shot
Bullets lift you up like you on the wheel
Feel I can't die when I'm on the pill
So real it feel, keep Cochran on my heels
Who the black and back out
Now the MAC back out, bout to blackout
Got the ROC on my back, SP on my
Shooters on the block slinging P name
Outta hot pink thangs like Range
The cowboy at work
I put ya niggaz in the dirt for one Dirt
Concealed hammer won't jam or chirp
you on my second merk
Fresh outta jail, ice gat to smirk
Bitches on the can't 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 head on the
I put ya body in a cast, my shotty on blast
heads don't get the picture until they see the flash
You ain't ballin, you pump
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 disappear like when coke cook
Then resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, I'm sick
Leave that ass Dama
Sig. heat ass like sauna
Stretch ya body out recliner
my middle finger to your honor
like, "Fuck the world", my persona, love drama
a building like Osama, you vagina
I know you wish you never met me like Thomas
Try to forget me like all
with a vet be, all problems
I'm not about the threats B, I'm all
"The Truth", position in the booth
As a young scrap, I was as a youth
Kept a gat pigeons in the Coupe
You was strapped, then on the stoop
strapped, put my pistol on shoot
Mac take ya "Juice" Bishop on the roof
I had ya pissing in ya like a roof
Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt loose
I'm that corn liquor nigga, 100
I bring the storm, all you niggaz ya boots
yet, pull out ya strings, make a noose
Hang yaself, here's a deuce deuce, yaself like Cheddar Bob
I'm in the hood like 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, my biscuit 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 buried
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 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 hear them

Any nigga get out like Tic-Tac-Toe
Any that know, Redman goin the distance
We ain't tryin to get fucked for
When you bust baby, gon the insence
me the rag, hop back in the Jag
I stole out the showroom with the
I wrote this rhyme off 25 drags
Hear sound (whoosh), leave a block hunchback
House, understand prick
We ain't gon stop we "RICH BITCH"
Holla back, Redman, Beanie
House