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[Beanie
One shot deal, one shot one
Hit you the one shot skill
Bullets you up like you poppin on the wheel
I can't die when I'm poppin on the pill
So real it feel, keep Cochran on my heels
Who the black and back out
Now the MAC out, just 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 like
hammer won't jam or won't chirp
Catch you on my second
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 SP ain't here
How ya'll niggaz can't see that clear?
Yeah, slow all the way down young
Pump ya brakes real fast, before ya
Crack ya on the dash
I put ya body in a cast, my shotty on blast
Hard heads don't get the picture until they see the
You ballin, you pump faking
Till you found in ya trunk
pound to ya crown 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, I'm sick
Leave ass like Dama
Sig. heat that ass sauna
Stretch ya body out recliner
Stretch my middle finger to your
like, "Fuck the world", my persona, love drama
Drop a building like Osama, you
I you wish you never met me like Carl Thomas
Try to forget me like all
Fuckin with a vet be, all
I'm not about the B, I'm all promise
"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 positioned on the
strapped, put my pistol on shoot
Mac take ya "Juice" like Bishop on the
I had ya pissing in ya trunk like a
Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt loose
I'm corn liquor nigga, 100 proof
I bring the storm, all you niggaz lace ya
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 cat-Crooked Letter-I
S-P-C-O, yes I

Yes I
[Beanie
Matta

Yeah,
[Beanie
it back

Bring it back, me, Doc, blunted
Not from there, but I'm Philly Wanted
Drop and roll, when my boil
Talk is greasy, toungue Crisco 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 alive
On top of the Empire, me to dive
[Weeeeeee] there I go, no
Jackass Knoxville, hot as Cancun
Chest hair is baboon, Redman rip the
I be the raw in ya nose
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 door
In the you hear them guns

Any nigga get X'ed out like
Any bitch know, Redman goin the distance
We ain't tryin to get fucked for
When you bust baby, gon the insence
Pass me the rag, hop in the Jag
I stole out the showroom the pricetag
I wrote this 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, Sigel
House