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[Beanie
One shot deal, one one kill
Hit you with the one shot
Bullets lift you up you poppin on the wheel
Feel I can't die 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
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 won't jam or won't chirp
you on my second merk
Fresh outta jail, ice gat to smirk
on the waste can't serve 'em
ROC without Jay work?
Shit like we here
Actin SP ain't here
How ya'll niggaz see that clear? Clear?
Yeah, slow all the way down scrapper
Pump ya brakes 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 picture until they see the
You ain't ballin, you faking
Till you in ya trunk naked
Four pound to ya like, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, cold crook, I trap like notebook
When the hot water disappear like when coke
resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, bitch I'm sick
Leave that ass Dama
Sig. heat ass like sauna
Stretch ya out like recliner
my middle finger to your honor
like, "Fuck the world", thats my persona, love
a building like Osama, you vagina
I you wish you never met me like Carl Thomas
Try to forget me 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
Kept a gat moving pigeons in the
You was strapped, then positioned on the
Stay strapped, put my on shoot
Mac take ya "Juice" Bishop on the roof
I had ya pissing in ya trunk like a
Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt rolled
I'm that liquor nigga, 100 proof
I bring the storm, all you lace ya boots
Better yet, pull out ya strings, make a
Hang yaself, here's a deuce deuce, bang yaself like 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, America's
Not from there, but I'm Philly Wanted
and roll, when my biscuit boil
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 suit is buried alive
On top of the Empire, dare me to
there I go, no parachute
Jackass Knoxville, hot as Cancun
Chest is baboon, Redman rip the show
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 strapped a double 4-4
And a Slim Jim to open ya Cadillac
In the you hear them guns

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