One Shot Deal
(专辑: The B. Coming - 2005)
[Beanie Sigel] 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, SP on my chain Shooters on the
block slinging P
last name Outta hot pink thangs like Camron Range 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 Fresh outta jail, ice grill gat to smirk 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 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, its Sig. Berk-owitz, bitch I'm sick Leave that ass like Dama Sig. heat that ass like sauna Stretch ya body out like recliner Stretch my middle finger to your honor like, "Fuck the
world", thats 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 all silence Fuckin with a
vet be, all problems I'm not about the
threats B, I'm all promise Before "The Truth", 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 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 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
[Redman] Yes I
[Beanie Sigel] Matta fact [Redman] Yeah, Yeah [Beanie Sigel] Bring it back [Redman] Bring it back, me, Doc, America's blunted Not from there, but I'm Philly Most Wanted Drop and roll, when my biscuit boil Talk is greasy, toungue with Crisco oil Streets is mine, check my flow online At ww.cutanigga.com 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 [Weeeeeee] there I
go, no parachute Jackass like Knoxville, hot as Cancun Chest hair is baboon, Redman rip the
show I
be the
raw in ya bitches nose She be goin to the
bathroom, sniffing blow Like, "Oh Docta shit, my man a
joke" 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 Any bitch that know, 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 I
wrote this rhyme off 25 blunt drags Hear that sound (whoosh), leave a
block hunchback Killa House, understand prick We ain't gon stop till we "RICH BITCH" Holla back, Redman, Beanie Sigel Killa House