Redman - One Shot Deal lyrics

[Beanie Sigel] One shot deal, one shot one k** Hit you with the one shot sk** 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 Peddi last name Outta hot pink thangs like Camron Range The c**aine cowboy at work I put ya n***as in the dirt for one like Dirt Concealed hammer won't jam or won't chirp Catch you on my set get merked Fresh outta jail, ice grill gat to smirk b**hes on the waves can't surf ROC without Jay won't work? sh** like we ain't here Actin like SP ain't here How ya'll n***as 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, b**h I'm sick Eat that a** like Dahmer Sig. heat that a** like sauna Stretch ya body out like recliner Stretch my middle finger to your honor Like, "f** 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 alzheimers f**in 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 Carruth Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt rolled loose I'm that corn liquor n***a, 100 proof I bring the storm, all you n***as 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, n***a 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.cutan***a.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 Jacka** like Knoxville, hot as Cancun Chest hair is baboon, Redman rip the show I be the raw in ya b**hes nose She be goin to the bathroom, sniffing blow Like, "Funk Doc the sh**, 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 n***a get X'ed out like Tic-Tac-Toe Any b**h that know, Redman goin the distance We ain't tryin to get f**ed for instance When you bust baby, gon light the insence Pa** 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 k**a House, understand prick We ain't gon stop till we "RICH b*tch" Holla back, Redman, Beanie Sigel k**a House