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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
Verse 2
keep Cochran on my heels
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
Verse 3
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
Verse 4
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
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
until they see the flash
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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
like when coke cook
owitz, bitch I'm sick
Sig. heat that ass like sauna
Stretch ya body out like recliner
Verse 8
the world",
thats my persona, love drama
met me like Carl Thomas
Verse 9
Fuckin with a vet be, all problems
I'm not about the threats B,
I'm all promise
position in the booth
I was vicious as a youth
Verse 10
You was strapped,
then positioned on the stoop
Stay strapped, put my pistol on shoot
Verse 11
Bishop on the 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
bang yaself like Cheddar Bob
Verse 12
tall cat- Crooked Letter- I
S- P- C- O, nigga yes I
Verse 13
Yeah, Yeah
Verse 15
America's blunted
but I'm Philly Most Wanted
Drop and roll, when my biscuit boil
Talk is greasy, toungue with Crisco oil
Verse 16
and ya Burberry suit is buried alive
On top of the Empire, dare me to dive
Verse 17
hot as Cancun
I be the raw in ya bitches nose
She be goin to the bathroom,
sniffing blow
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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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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