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Verse 1
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One shot deal, one shot one kill
Hit you with the one shot skill
Bullets lift you up like
you poppin on the wheel
Feel I can't die when
I'm poppin on the pill
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So real that it feel,
Verse 2
keep Cochran on my heels
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Who rock the black and back out
Now the MAC back out,
just bout to blackout
Got the ROC on my back,
SP on my chain
Shooters on the block
slinging P last name
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Outta hot pink thangs like Camron Range
Verse 3
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The cocaine cowboy at work
I put ya niggaz in the dirt
for one like Dirt
Concealed hammer won't
jam or won't chirp
Catch you on my second merk
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Fresh outta jail, ice grill gat to smirk
Verse 4
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Bitches on the waste can't serve 'em
ROC without Jay won't work?
Shit like we ain't here
Actin like SP ain't here
How ya'll niggaz can't
Verse 5
see that clear? Clear?
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Yeah, slow all the way
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down young scrapper
Pump ya brakes real fast,
before ya crash
Crack ya head on the dash
I put ya body in a cast,
keep my shotty on blast
Verse 6
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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
Four pound to ya crown like,
"Where the paper?"
B. Sig, cold crook,
I trap paper like notebook
Verse 7
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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
Sig. heat that ass like sauna
Stretch ya body out like recliner
Verse 8
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Stretch my middle finger to your honor 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
Verse 9
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Try to forget me like all silence
Fuckin with a vet be, all problems
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
Verse 10
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Kept a gat moving pigeons in the Coupe
You was strapped,
then positioned on the stoop
Stay strapped, put my pistol on shoot
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Mac take ya "Juice" like
Verse 11
Bishop on the roof
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I had ya pissing in ya trunk like a roof
Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt rolled loose
I'm that corn liquor nigga, 100 proof
I bring the storm,
all you niggaz lace ya boots
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Better yet, pull out ya strings,
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make a noose
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Hang yaself, here's a deuce deuce,
bang yaself like Cheddar Bob
Verse 12
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I'm in the hood like S- T-
tall cat- Crooked Letter- I
S- P- C- O, nigga yes I
Verse 13
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Matta fact
Yeah, Yeah
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Bring it back Bring
Verse 14
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it back, me, Doc,
Verse 15
America's blunted
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Not from there,
but I'm Philly Most Wanted
Drop and roll, when my biscuit boil
Talk is greasy, toungue with Crisco oil
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Streets is mine,
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check my flow online
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At ww.cutanigga.com
Verse 16
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Bricks, two on the hip, reach for the sky You
and ya Burberry suit is buried alive
On top of the Empire, dare me to dive
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there I go, no parachute
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Jackass like Knoxville,
Verse 17
hot as Cancun
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Chest hair is baboon, Redman rip the show
I be the raw in ya bitches nose
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
And a Slim Jim to open ya Cadillac door
In the Bricks you hear them guns
Rat- a- tat- BOOM
Any nigga get X'ed out like Tic- Tac- Toe
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Any bitch that know,
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Redman goin the distance
We ain't tryin to get
fucked for instance
When you bust baby,
gon light the insence
Pass me the rag, hop back in the Jag
I stole out the showroom
with the pricetag
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I wrote this rhyme off 25 blunt
Hear that sound (whoosh), leave
a block hunchback
Killa House, understand prick
We ain't gon stop till we
"RICH BITCH"
Holla back, Redman,
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Beanie Sigel
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