[Beanie Sigel]
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One shot deal, one shot one kill
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Hit you with the one shot skill
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Bullets lift you up like you poppin on the wheel
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Feel I can't die when I'm poppin on the pill
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So real that it feel, keep Cochran on my heels
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Who rock the black and back out
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Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout
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Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain
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Shooters on the block slinging P last name
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Outta hot pink thangs like Camron Range
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The cocaine cowboy at work
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I put ya niggaz in the dirt for one like Dirt
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Concealed hammer won't jam or won't chirp
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Catch you on my second merk
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Fresh outta jail, ice grill gat to smirk
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Bitches on the waste can't serve 'em
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ROC without Jay won't work?
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Shit like we ain't here
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Actin like SP ain't here
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How ya'll niggaz can't see that clear? Clear?
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Yeah, slow all the way down young scrapper
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Pump ya brakes real fast, before ya crash
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Crack ya head on the dash
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I put ya body in a cast, keep my shotty on blast
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Hard heads don't get the picture until they see the flash
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You ain't ballin, you pump faking
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Till you found in ya trunk naked
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Four pound to ya crown like, "Where the paper?"
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B. Sig, cold crook, I trap paper like notebook
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When the hot water disappear like when coke cook
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Then resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, bitch I'm sick
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Leave that ass like Dama
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Sig. heat that ass like sauna
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Stretch ya body out like recliner
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Stretch my middle finger to your honor
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like, "Fuck the world", thats my persona, love drama
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Drop a building like Osama, you vagina
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I know you wish you never met me like Carl Thomas
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Try to forget me like all silence
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Fuckin with a vet be, all problems
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I'm not about the threats B, I'm all promise
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Before "The Truth", position in the booth
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As a young scrap, I was vicious as a youth
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Kept a gat moving pigeons in the Coupe
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You was strapped, then positioned on the stoop
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Stay strapped, put my pistol on shoot
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Mac take ya "Juice" like Bishop on the roof
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I had ya pissing in ya trunk like a roof
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Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt rolled loose
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I'm that corn liquor nigga, 100 proof
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I bring the storm, all you niggaz lace ya boots
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Better yet, pull out ya strings, make a noose
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Hang yaself, here's a deuce deuce, bang yaself like Cheddar Bob
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I'm in the hood like S-T-tall cat-Crooked Letter-I
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S-P-C-O, nigga yes I
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[Redman]
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Yes I
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[Beanie Sigel]
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Matta fact
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[Redman]
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Yeah, Yeah
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[Beanie Sigel]
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Bring it back
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[Redman]
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Bring it back, me, Doc, America's blunted
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Not from there, but I'm Philly Most Wanted
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Drop and roll, when my biscuit boil
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Talk is greasy, toungue with Crisco oil
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Streets is mine, check my flow online
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At ww.cutanigga.com
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Bricks, two on the hip, reach for the sky
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You and ya Burberry suit is buried alive
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On top of the Empire, dare me to dive
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[Weeeeeee] there I go, no parachute
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Jackass like Knoxville, hot as Cancun
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Chest hair is baboon, Redman rip the show
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I be the raw in ya bitches nose
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She be goin to the bathroom, sniffing blow
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Like, "Oh Docta shit, my man a joke"
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I know, I be strapped with a double 4-4
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And a Slim Jim to open ya Cadillac door
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In the Bricks you hear them guns
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Rat-a-tat-BOOM
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Any nigga get X'ed out like Tic-Tac-Toe
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Any bitch that know, Redman goin the distance
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We ain't tryin to get fucked for instance
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When you bust baby, gon light the insence
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Pass me the rag, hop back in the Jag
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I stole out the showroom with the pricetag
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I wrote this rhyme off 25 blunt drags
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Hear that sound (whoosh), leave a block hunchback
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Killa House, understand prick
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We ain't gon stop till we "RICH BITCH"
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Holla back, Redman, Beanie Sigel
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Killa House
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One Spot Deal
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| Beanie Sigel |
