[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel & Redman]
Yeah
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
So real that it feel, keep Cochran on my heels
Who rock the black and back out
Now the MAC back out, just 'bout to blackout
Got the ROC on my back, S.P. on my chain
Shooters on the block slinging Peedi last name
Outta hot pink thangs like Cam'ron Range
The cocaine cowboy at work
I put ya niggas in the dirt for one like Dirt
Concealed hammer won't jam or won't chirp
Catch you on my set get murked
Fresh outta jail, ice grill gat to smirk
Bitches on the waves can't surf
ROC without Jay won't work? Shit like we ain't here
Actin like SP ain't here
How y'all niggas can't see that clear? Clear?
Yeah, slow all the way 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
Hard heads don't get the picture until they see the flash
You ain't ballin, you pump faking
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
When the hot water disappear like when coke cook, then resurface
It's Sig Berk-owitz, bitch I'm sick
Eat that ass like Dahmer
Sig heat that ass like sauna
Stretch ya body out like recliner
Stretch my middle finger to your honor
Like, "Fuck the world", that's my persona, love drama
Drop a building like Osama, you vagina
I know you wish you never met me like Carl Thomas
Try to forget me like Alzheimers
Fuckin with a vet be all problems
I'm not about the threats B, I'm all promise
Before "The Truth", the position in the booth
As a young scrap, I was vicious as a youth
Kept a gat, moving pigeons in the Coupe
You was strapped, then positioned on the stoop
Stay strapped, put my pistol on shoot
Mac take ya "Juice" like Bishop on the roof
I had ya pissing in ya trunk like Carruth
Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt rolled loose
I'm that corn liquor nigga, 100 proof
I bring the storm, all you niggas lace ya boots
Better yet, pull out ya strings, make a noose
Hang yaself, here's a deuce deuce, bang yaself like Cheddar Bob
I'm in the hood like S-T-tall cat-Crooked Letter-I
S-P-C-O, nigga yes I
Yes I
Matta fact
Yeah, Yeah
Bring it back
Yeah
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
So real that it feel, keep Cochran on my heels
Who rock the black and back out
Now the MAC back out, just 'bout to blackout
Got the ROC on my back, S.P. on my chain
Shooters on the block slinging Peedi last name
Outta hot pink thangs like Cam'ron Range
The cocaine cowboy at work
I put ya niggas in the dirt for one like Dirt
Concealed hammer won't jam or won't chirp
Catch you on my set get murked
Fresh outta jail, ice grill gat to smirk
Bitches on the waves can't surf
ROC without Jay won't work? Shit like we ain't here
Actin like SP ain't here
How y'all niggas can't see that clear? Clear?
Yeah, slow all the way 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
Hard heads don't get the picture until they see the flash
You ain't ballin, you pump faking
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
When the hot water disappear like when coke cook, then resurface
It's Sig Berk-owitz, bitch I'm sick
Eat that ass like Dahmer
Sig heat that ass like sauna
Stretch ya body out like recliner
Stretch my middle finger to your honor
Like, "Fuck the world", that's my persona, love drama
Drop a building like Osama, you vagina
I know you wish you never met me like Carl Thomas
Try to forget me like Alzheimers
Fuckin with a vet be all problems
I'm not about the threats B, I'm all promise
Before "The Truth", the position in the booth
As a young scrap, I was vicious as a youth
Kept a gat, moving pigeons in the Coupe
You was strapped, then positioned on the stoop
Stay strapped, put my pistol on shoot
Mac take ya "Juice" like Bishop on the roof
I had ya pissing in ya trunk like Carruth
Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt rolled loose
I'm that corn liquor nigga, 100 proof
I bring the storm, all you niggas lace ya boots
Better yet, pull out ya strings, make a noose
Hang yaself, here's a deuce deuce, bang yaself like Cheddar Bob
I'm in the hood like S-T-tall cat-Crooked Letter-I
S-P-C-O, nigga yes I
Yes I
Matta fact
Yeah, Yeah
Bring it back
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