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[Beanie
One shot deal, one shot one
Hit you with the one skill
lift you up like you poppin on the wheel
Feel I can't die I'm poppin on the pill
So real that it feel, Cochran on my heels
Who rock the black and out
Now the MAC back out, bout to blackout
Got the ROC on my back, SP on my
Shooters on the slinging P last name
Outta hot pink thangs like Camron
The cocaine at work
I put ya in the dirt for one like Dirt
Concealed hammer jam or won't chirp
you on my second merk
Fresh outta jail, ice grill gat to
Bitches on the waste can't 'em
ROC without Jay won't
like we ain't here
Actin like SP ain't
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 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 ballin, you pump faking
Till you in ya trunk naked
Four pound to ya like, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, crook, I trap paper like notebook
the hot water disappear like when coke cook
Then resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, bitch I'm
Leave that ass like
Sig. heat ass like sauna
Stretch ya out like recliner
Stretch my middle finger to honor
like, "Fuck the world", thats my persona, love
Drop a building 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 pigeons in the Coupe
You was strapped, then positioned on the
strapped, put my pistol on shoot
Mac take ya "Juice" Bishop on the roof
I had ya pissing in ya trunk a roof
Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt loose
I'm corn liquor nigga, 100 proof
I bring the storm, all you niggaz ya boots
yet, pull out ya strings, make a noose
Hang yaself, here's a deuce deuce, bang 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,
Sigel]
Bring it

Bring it back, me, Doc, blunted
Not there, but I'm Philly Most Wanted
Drop and roll, when my boil
Talk is greasy, toungue with oil
Streets is mine, 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, dare me to
there I go, no parachute
Jackass like Knoxville, hot as
hair 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 with a double 4-4
And a Jim to open ya Cadillac door
In the Bricks you hear guns

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