Текст песни Beanie Sigel f Redman - One Shot Deal
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[Beanie Sigel]One shot deal, one shot one killHit you with the one shot skillBullets lift you up like you poppin on the wheelFeel I can`t die when I`m poppin on the pillSo real that it feel, keep Cochran on my heelsWho rock the black and back outNow the MAC back out, just bout to blackoutGot the ROC on my back, SP on my chainShooters on the block slinging P last nameOutta hot pink thangs like Camron RangeThe cocaine cowboy at workI put ya niggaz in the dirt for one like DirtConcealed hammer won`t jam or won`t chirpCatch you on my second merkFresh outta jail, ice grill gat to smirkBitches on the waste can`t serve `emROC without Jay won`t work?Shit like we ain`t hereActin like SP ain`t hereHow ya`ll niggaz can`t see that clear? Clear?Yeah, slow all the way down young scrapperPump ya brakes real fast, before ya crashCrack ya head on the dashI put ya body in a cast, keep my shotty on blastHard heads don`t get the picture until they see the flashYou ain`t ballin, you pump fakingTill you found in ya trunk nakedFour pound to ya crown like, "Where the paper?"B. Sig, cold crook, I trap paper like notebookWhen the hot water disappear like when coke cookThen resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, bitch I`m sickLeave that ass like DamaSig. heat that ass like saunaStretch ya body out like reclinerStretch my middle finger to your honorlike, "Fuck the world", thats my persona, love dramaDrop a building like Osama, you vaginaI know you wish you never met me like Carl ThomasTry to forget me like all silenceFuckin with a vet be, all problemsI`m not about the threats B, I`m all promiseBefore "The Truth", position in the boothAs a young scrap, I was vicious as a youthKept a gat moving pigeons in the CoupeYou was strapped, then positioned on the stoopStay strapped, put my pistol on shootMac take ya "Juice" like Bishop on the roofI had ya pissing in ya trunk like a roofBullets hit ya chest like a blunt rolled looseI`m that corn liquor nigga, 100 proofI bring the storm, all you niggaz lace ya bootsBetter yet, pull out ya strings, make a nooseHang yaself, here`s a deuce deuce, bang yaself like Cheddar BobI`m in the hood like S-T-tall cat-Crooked Letter-IS-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 bluntedNot from there, but I`m Philly Most WantedDrop and roll, when my biscuit boilTalk is greasy, toungue with Crisco oilStreets is mine, check my flow onlineAt ww.cutanigga.comBricks, two on the hip, reach for the skyYou and ya Burberry suit is buried aliveOn top of the Empire, dare me to dive[Weeeeeee] there I go, no parachuteJackass like Knoxville, hot as CancunChest hair is baboon, Redman rip the showI be the raw in ya bitches noseShe be goin to the bathroom, sniffing blowLike, "Oh Docta shit, my man a joke"I know, I be strapped with a double 4-4And a Slim Jim to open ya Cadillac doorIn the Bricks you hear them gunsRat-a-tat-BOOMAny nigga get X`ed out like Tic-Tac-ToeAny bitch that know, Redman goin the distanceWe ain`t tryin to get fucked for instanceWhen you bust baby, gon light the insencePass me the rag, hop back in the JagI stole out the showroom with the pricetagI wrote this rhyme off 25 blunt dragsHear that sound (whoosh), leave a block hunchbackKilla House, understand prickWe ain`t gon stop till we "RICH BITCH"Holla back, Redman, Beanie SigelKilla House