[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