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[Beanie
One shot deal, one shot one
Hit you the one shot skill
Bullets lift you up like you poppin on the
Feel I can't die I'm poppin on the pill
So real that it feel, Cochran on my heels
Who rock the and back out
Now the MAC out, just bout to blackout
Got the ROC on my back, SP on my
on the block slinging P last name
Outta hot pink thangs like Camron
The cocaine at work
I put ya in the dirt for one like Dirt
hammer won't jam or won't chirp
Catch you on my second
Fresh jail, ice grill gat to smirk
on the waste can't serve 'em
ROC without Jay won't
Shit we ain't here
Actin like SP ain't
How ya'll niggaz can't see that Clear?
Yeah, slow all the way down young
ya brakes real fast, before ya crash
Crack ya head on the
I put ya body in a cast, keep my on blast
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, crook, I trap paper like notebook
When the hot water disappear when coke cook
resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, bitch I'm sick
Leave that ass like
Sig. that ass like sauna
ya body out like recliner
Stretch my middle 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 threats B, I'm all
Before "The Truth", in the booth
As a young scrap, I was as a youth
a gat moving pigeons in the Coupe
You was strapped, then positioned on the
strapped, put my pistol on shoot
Mac ya "Juice" like Bishop on the roof
I had ya pissing in ya trunk like a
Bullets hit ya chest a blunt rolled loose
I'm that liquor nigga, 100 proof
I bring the storm, all you lace ya boots
Better yet, out ya strings, make a noose
Hang yaself, here's a deuce deuce, yaself like Cheddar Bob
I'm in the hood like S-T-tall Letter-I
S-P-C-O, yes I

Yes I
[Beanie
Matta

Yeah,
Sigel]
Bring it

Bring it back, me, Doc, America's
Not there, but I'm Philly Most Wanted
Drop and roll, 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 Burberry is buried alive
On top of the Empire, me to dive
[Weeeeeee] there I go, no
like Knoxville, hot as Cancun
Chest hair is baboon, Redman rip the
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 Jim to open ya Cadillac door
In the Bricks you hear guns

Any nigga get X'ed out like
Any bitch that know, goin the distance
We ain't tryin to get for instance
When you bust baby, gon 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 sound (whoosh), leave a block
House, understand prick
We gon stop till we "RICH BITCH"
Holla back, Redman, Beanie
House