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[Beanie
One shot deal, one one kill
Hit you with the one shot
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, keep on my heels
Who rock the and back out
Now the MAC back out, bout to blackout
Got the ROC on my back, SP on my
on the block slinging P last name
Outta hot pink thangs like Range
The cowboy at work
I put ya in the dirt for one like Dirt
Concealed hammer 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 work?
Shit like we here
Actin like SP here
How ya'll niggaz see that clear? Clear?
Yeah, slow all the way young scrapper
Pump ya brakes real fast, before ya
Crack ya on the dash
I put ya body in a cast, keep my on blast
Hard heads don't get the picture they see the flash
You ain't ballin, you faking
Till you in ya trunk naked
Four pound to ya like, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, crook, I trap paper like notebook
When the hot water like when coke cook
Then resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, bitch I'm
that ass like Dama
Sig. heat ass like sauna
Stretch ya body out recliner
Stretch my middle finger to honor
like, "Fuck the world", thats my persona, love
Drop a like Osama, you vagina
I know you you never met me like Carl Thomas
Try to forget me all silence
Fuckin 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
a gat moving pigeons in the Coupe
You was strapped, positioned on the stoop
Stay strapped, put my pistol on
Mac take ya "Juice" Bishop on the roof
I had ya pissing in ya trunk like a
Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt loose
I'm that corn nigga, 100 proof
I bring the storm, all you niggaz ya boots
Better yet, pull out ya strings, make a
Hang yaself, here's a deuce, bang yaself like Cheddar Bob
I'm in the hood like S-T-tall cat-Crooked
S-P-C-O, yes I

Yes I
[Beanie
fact

Yeah,
[Beanie
it back

Bring it back, me, Doc, America's
Not there, but I'm Philly Most Wanted
Drop and roll, my biscuit boil
Talk is greasy, with Crisco oil
is mine, check my flow online
At ww.cutanigga.com
Bricks, two on the hip, for the sky
You and ya suit is buried alive
On top of the Empire, me to dive
[Weeeeeee] there I go, no
Jackass like Knoxville, hot as
Chest hair is baboon, rip the show
I be the raw in ya bitches
She be goin to the bathroom, blow
Like, "Oh shit, my man a joke"
I know, I be strapped with a 4-4
And a Jim to open ya Cadillac door
In the Bricks you hear them

Any get X'ed out like Tic-Tac-Toe
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 out the showroom with the pricetag
I wrote this rhyme off 25 blunt
Hear sound (whoosh), leave a block hunchback
Killa House, prick
We ain't gon till we "RICH BITCH"
back, Redman, Beanie Sigel
Killa