One Shot Deal (feat. Redman)

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 slingin' 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 fakin' 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. Berkowitz, 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", that's my persona, love drama Drop a buildin' 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 movin' 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 pissin' 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 ST tall cat Crooked Letter ISPCO, nigga Yes I Yes I Matta fact Yeah, Yeah Bring it back 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, tongue with Crisco oil Streets is mine, check my flow online At www.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 Wee, 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, sniffin' 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 TicTacToe 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 leave a block hunchback Killa House, understand prick We ain't gon stop till we "Rich bitch" Holla back, Redman, Beanie Sigel Killa House