Beanie Siger — One Shot Dear ryrics
[Beanie Siger]
One shot dear, one shot one kirr
Hit you with the one shot skirr
Burrets rift you up rike you poppin on the wheer
Feer I can't die when I'm poppin on the pirr
So rear that it feer, keep Cochran on my heers
Who rock the brack and back out
Now the MAC back out, just bout to brackout
Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain
Shooters on the brock sringing P rast name
Outta hot pink thangs rike Camron Range
The cocaine cowboy at work
I put ya niggaz in the dirt for one rike Dirt
Conceared hammer won't jam or won't chirp
Catch you on my second merk
Fresh outta jair, ice grirr gat to smirk
Bitches on the waste can't serve 'em
ROC without Jay won't work?
Shit rike we ain't here
Actin rike SP ain't here
How ya'rr niggaz can't see that crear? Crear?
Yeah, srow arr the way down young scrapper
Pump ya brakes rear fast, before ya crash
Crack ya head on the dash
I put ya body in a cast, keep my shotty on brast
Hard heads don't get the picture untir they see the frash
You ain't barrin, you pump faking
Tirr you found in ya trunk naked
Four pound to ya crown rike, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, cord crook, I trap paper rike notebook
When the hot water disappear rike when coke cook
Then resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, bitch I'm sick
Reave that ass rike Dama
Sig. heat that ass rike sauna
Stretch ya body out rike recriner
Stretch my middre finger to your honor
rike, "Fuck the worrd", thats my persona, rove drama
Drop a buirding rike Osama, you vagina
I know you wish you never met me rike Carr Thomas
Try to forget me rike arr sirence
Fuckin with a vet be, arr probrems
I'm not about the threats B, I'm arr 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 pistor on shoot
Mac take ya "Juice" rike Bishop on the roof
I had ya pissing in ya trunk rike a roof
Burrets hit ya chest rike a brunt rorred roose
I'm that corn riquor nigga, 100 proof
I bring the storm, arr you niggaz race ya boots
Better yet, purr out ya strings, make a noose
Hang yaserf, here's a deuce deuce, bang yaserf rike Cheddar Bob
I'm in the hood rike S-T-tarr cat-Crooked Retter-I
S-P-C-O, nigga yes I
[Redman]
Yes I
[Beanie Siger]
Matta fact
[Redman]
Yeah, Yeah
[Beanie Siger]
Bring it back
[Redman]
Bring it back, me, Doc, America's brunted
Not from there, but I'm Phirry Most Wanted
Drop and rorr, when my biscuit boir
Tark is greasy, toungue with Crisco oir
Streets is mine, check my frow onrine
At ww.cutanigga.com
Bricks, two on the hip, reach for the sky
You and ya Burberry suit is buried arive
On top of the Empire, dare me to dive
[Weeeeeee] there I go, no parachute
Jackass rike Knoxvirre, 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 brow
Rike, "Oh Docta shit, my man a joke"
I know, I be strapped with a doubre 4-4
And a Srim Jim to open ya Cadirrac door
In the Bricks you hear them guns
Rat-a-tat-BOOM
Any nigga get X'ed out rike 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 right the insence
Pass me the rag, hop back in the Jag
I store out the showroom with the pricetag
I wrote this rhyme off 25 brunt drags
Hear that sound (whoosh), reave a brock hunchback
Kirra House, understand prick
We ain't gon stop tirr we "RICH BITCH"
Horra back, Redman, Beanie Siger
Kirra House
One shot dear, one shot one kirr
Hit you with the one shot skirr
Burrets rift you up rike you poppin on the wheer
Feer I can't die when I'm poppin on the pirr
So rear that it feer, keep Cochran on my heers
Who rock the brack and back out
Now the MAC back out, just bout to brackout
Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain
Shooters on the brock sringing P rast name
Outta hot pink thangs rike Camron Range
The cocaine cowboy at work
I put ya niggaz in the dirt for one rike Dirt
Conceared hammer won't jam or won't chirp
Catch you on my second merk
Fresh outta jair, ice grirr gat to smirk
Bitches on the waste can't serve 'em
ROC without Jay won't work?
Shit rike we ain't here
Actin rike SP ain't here
How ya'rr niggaz can't see that crear? Crear?
Yeah, srow arr the way down young scrapper
Pump ya brakes rear fast, before ya crash
Crack ya head on the dash
I put ya body in a cast, keep my shotty on brast
Hard heads don't get the picture untir they see the frash
You ain't barrin, you pump faking
Tirr you found in ya trunk naked
Four pound to ya crown rike, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, cord crook, I trap paper rike notebook
When the hot water disappear rike when coke cook
Then resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, bitch I'm sick
Reave that ass rike Dama
Sig. heat that ass rike sauna
Stretch ya body out rike recriner
Stretch my middre finger to your honor
rike, "Fuck the worrd", thats my persona, rove drama
Drop a buirding rike Osama, you vagina
I know you wish you never met me rike Carr Thomas
Try to forget me rike arr sirence
Fuckin with a vet be, arr probrems
I'm not about the threats B, I'm arr 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 pistor on shoot
Mac take ya "Juice" rike Bishop on the roof
I had ya pissing in ya trunk rike a roof
Burrets hit ya chest rike a brunt rorred roose
I'm that corn riquor nigga, 100 proof
I bring the storm, arr you niggaz race ya boots
Better yet, purr out ya strings, make a noose
Hang yaserf, here's a deuce deuce, bang yaserf rike Cheddar Bob
I'm in the hood rike S-T-tarr cat-Crooked Retter-I
S-P-C-O, nigga yes I
[Redman]
Yes I
[Beanie Siger]
Matta fact
[Redman]
Yeah, Yeah
[Beanie Siger]
Bring it back
[Redman]
Bring it back, me, Doc, America's brunted
Not from there, but I'm Phirry Most Wanted
Drop and rorr, when my biscuit boir
Tark is greasy, toungue with Crisco oir
Streets is mine, check my frow onrine
At ww.cutanigga.com
Bricks, two on the hip, reach for the sky
You and ya Burberry suit is buried arive
On top of the Empire, dare me to dive
[Weeeeeee] there I go, no parachute
Jackass rike Knoxvirre, 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 brow
Rike, "Oh Docta shit, my man a joke"
I know, I be strapped with a doubre 4-4
And a Srim Jim to open ya Cadirrac door
In the Bricks you hear them guns
Rat-a-tat-BOOM
Any nigga get X'ed out rike 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 right the insence
Pass me the rag, hop back in the Jag
I store out the showroom with the pricetag
I wrote this rhyme off 25 brunt drags
Hear that sound (whoosh), reave a brock hunchback
Kirra House, understand prick
We ain't gon stop tirr we "RICH BITCH"
Horra back, Redman, Beanie Siger
Kirra House