(feat. Dre)
[Verse 1: Dre]
My nigga I think we got one, well a nother one
Weezy
That's what they say when they play me when they here me on the radio
That's what the sayng to me
That's what hey saying to me
When the Remmys in the system ain't no telling
Will I fuck em' will I diss em'
That's wat they be yelling
I'm a pimp by blood
Not relation
Ya'll bitch ain't something
And I replace em'
You don't need me for nothing else my nigga
Go get em'
[Lil Wayne:]
And I got em'
When the remmys in the system
Ain't no telling at the spot where I'm a kiss em'
That's why they be yelling
I'm a daimond blood
My relation
Affiliation
Soo woo nation
And since day one
I look forward to
3, 4, 5 bitches in my porsche coupe
And yeah I be on that ass
Like a horeses shoe
If her religion is true
I'm bout' to visit the room
Is you comming?
[Hook:]
That's what they say when they play me and they here me on the radio
Tats what they saying to me
That's what they saying to me
That's what they telling me
Yeah
That's what they say when they play me and they here me on the radio
And aah haah
That's what they saying to me
[Verse 2:]
When the remmys in the system
Ain't no question I'm a fuck em' and diss em'
Leave em' never miss em'
I'm a pimp by blood
Nor relation
Ya'll be chasing
I replace em'
Drunk off this
High on that
Man I think the feds got mi iPhone tapped
Ain't that a bitch
Well I hope her ass fat
And if it is I'm a smash that
And pass that back
Back in the days
But back in the days
I sold crack for a few days
Then quit after I got paid
I ain't lazy
I just knew that there was more to be made
And I don't save money so I don't need a whore to be saved
I need a whore to be slaved
I need a whore to behave
I need a whore to be gay
What the fuck am I saying?
I don't need a whore for a thing
Cus' I got more game then bejing
[Hook:]
Yeah
That's what they say when they play me and they here me on the radio
Tats what they saying to me
That's what they saying to me
That's what they telling me
Yeah
That's what they say when they play me and they here me on the radio
And aah haah
That's what they saying to me
[Bridge:]
I'm talking bout I'm gon' do what I do
And they gon love me for what I do
And they gon' copy what I do
Yeah haha
I'm talking bout I'm gon' do what I do
And they gon love me for what I do
And they gon' copy what I do
Yeah
When the remmys in the system
Ain't n tellin will I fuck em'
Will I diss em'?
That's what they be yelling
I'm a pimp by blood
Not relation
Y'all be chasing
I replace em'
When the remmys in the system
Ain't n tellin will I fuck em'
Will I diss em'?
That's what they be yelling
I'm a pimp by blood
Not relation
Y'all be chasing
I replace em'
Huh?
That's what they saying
That's what they saying to me
They say you blow my mind
Aah huh
Subways runnin' under the city
Condos reachin' to the sky
Each of this own, but I feel at home
Standing on this mountain high
And right where I am
Is where I wanna be
It's all I want
It's all I need
Forever in your arms
It's alright with me
'Cause right where I am's where I wanna be
Talk on the cell phone, checkin' her e-mail
The fax is a way of life
She's shoppin' at home with QVC on
And surfin' on-line
And right where I am
Is where I wanna be
It's all I want
It's all I need
Forever in your arms
It's alright with me
'Cause right where I am's where I wanna be
Satellite feed out in the country
Oh what a way of life
Turn off the tv
Shut down the pc
And cllick off the world tonight
And right where I am
Is where I wanna be
It's all I want
It's all I need
Forever in your arms
It's alright with me
'Cause right where I am's where I wanna be
Yeah....
Right where I am
Where I wanna be
Subways runnin' under the city
Satellite feed out in the country
Each to his own I feel at home
Standin' on this mountain high
Right where I am
Right where I am, where I wanna be
I have been through the fields of fire and ice
Fought the unthinkable war
Searched the world over for real happiness
From western to far eastern shore
I have crossed over mountains and valleys below
In search of a lost paradise
But I never would find what I was looking for
Till I'd see with a new set of eyes
Chorus
It's a Sunday walk in the park
The new light of day dawning after the dark
The sound of my new baby's cry
The bright ray of hope looking me in the eye
So much more than the will to survive
It's the glorious feeling of being alive
It's the wonder of knowing that all that I want
Is right in the palm of my hand
Cause everything's right where I am
Right where I am
Yeah right where I am
Well I promise to never desert you again
In body spirit or mind
No more will I knock upon heaven's door
Till heaven reveals it's my time
Cause I was taken by an angel who locked
Me away
In mansions of dark moons and mist
Only to find myself back in your arms
Seeing life for what it is
Chorus
It's a Sunday walk in the park
The new light of day dawning after the dark
The sound of my new baby's cry
The bright ray of hope looking me in the eye
So much more than the will to survive
[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
Babyface here's the rum to get the party started
Tell I got the four-four, and now we all guard it
We walk with heat, ain't nuttin sweet on the streets
If you walk in the slum you get caught by the dum-dum
Niggas, what? Red rum, red rum
Murder is the mothafuckin case that they gave me
Red rum, red rum
Murder is the mothafuckin case that they gave me
[Babyface Fensta (Chilli Black):]
[Babyface Fensta:] I wanna hit some skins tonight
[Chilli Black:]
Aight, crook stop stealin
Thugs count your slugs, but ain't nobody killin
[Babyface Fensta:] I knew I got a chance, that bitch pant's tight
[Chilli Black:] L-I-Q got me flippin, feelin for a fight
[Babyface Fensta:] Wanna get my groove on, proceed the move on
[Chilli Black:]
Before the break of dawn, all y'all niggas is gone
Try to front and get torn, I'm at the door with the four-four
Vest in my chest, I'm fuckin livin hardcore, hearin...
[Buddha Monk:]
Ooh, baby I like it raw
War, things ain't just peace no more
[Chilli Black:]
The way I get raw, I gettin ready for a brawl
Suited in fatigues, shoot, size of livin proof
Robbin niggas ain't cute, but niggas needed some loot
[Babyface Fensta:]
I step to the street, what's your name? {Denise}
She had us with mass physique, and the cunt's magnifique
Ass is in check, cause the body's now wrecked
And I stepped, she was from the fuckin projects
Back to the party, to drink some Bacardi
Stepped to this chick, but her breath was straight Cardi'
Miss ladi-dadi, get off the wall so we can party
You see me scopin, your pussy freak got me open
[Chorus]
[Babyface Fensta:]
Control party masses, pass champagne glasses
Peace and love to the Ol' Dirty Bastard
Multi-chick, it's the Zu killa trend
Deadly with the pen, with the track he kills again
I'm layin my charm down, there's honies all around
My section, got Lifestyles for protection
Fuck that, grounded on asses gives infections
Time to chill out, for this alcohol session
[Chilli Black:]
16 cent, on this fuckin Alize'
Pour it out for my man A
Rest in peace, love, peace and hair grease
The drama never ceased, I'm rugged like a beast
With fronts in my mouth-piece, teachin niggas how to pimp
If I did it, I did it, you could be charged for attempt
Bitch stop pagin me, I'm not tryin to hear you
You wanna fuck my physical, meet Spiritual
I'm tryin to get Drunk with the Dragon
That one-night-stand got you braggin
Ya hot like a shot with the thirty-thirty, up the twat
I want a bitch that smoke pot, a lot
[Babyface Fensta (Chilli Black):]
[Babyface Fensta:] Dancin with these bitches got my draws all wet
[Chilli Black:] Yo the party just started, don't end it yet
[Babyface Fensta:]
We gotta go tell a (nigga go to hell)
There's crazy bitches waiting at the fuckin hotel
[Chilli Black:] Let me smoke another L and drink some more wine
[Babyface Fensta:] We got mad cash, but we can't buy time
[Chilli Black:] Son, it's only 15 to the break of dawn
[Babyface Fensta:] Let's scatter like roaches when the lights come on
Red Rum
Red Rum
Red Rum
Red Rum
A 44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggas pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys on the weed tip
They found my nigga dead face down in a ditch
I saw the shit on the news just the other day
I ain't for singing no blues, I'ma make 'em pay
I know them bitches they be hangin' at the Shake Junt
I catch 'em slippin comin' out and commence to pump
Been led leave 'em dead on the fuckin scene
Ballin out and the steam'll make the getaway clean
I made a block then I switched to the other ride
I'm still in shock cuz I just did a homicide
I executed me some punks that deserved it
They had a warrant for they death so I served it
I gave them tricks a little dose of they medicine
I bet them hoes man'll never try that shit again
(Red Rum) Most of yall
Wanna see some blood spillin anyway
(Red Rum) Bodies fall
Niggas dyin' young on this everyday
(Red Rum) Nigga race
When it been yo' time for you to clock out
(Red Rum) Had a face
But you should not had your fuckin guard down
In the street niggas die
They got fired cuz they tried
Test the game of the man
Who's committing homocides
Suicide
Would be better for you fools
But I'll be damned if I don't
Help you out
Like the ??
I can and I'm willing
To proceed with a killing
Stick a gauge up ya anus
Do a crime make it haneous
Amos anger to my chamber
Let a slug through that toe
Cuz I'm on a body stalk
Puttin suckers in the chalk
Walk the walk
Get ya game
Guns click it's whatever nigga
I ain't brought shit
So you know whatever's clever nigga
Trigga happy nappy headed
?? peels off
Motherfuckers caps when I roll with the shotgun
Project pop one
Of you niggas tryin to steal my shit
Fuck with me and mine
And I swear it's a murder bitch
Yeah I see you niggas mean muggin' on them porches
What Neighborhood are you from ?
Cause me and … get popping over here son, here son
Keep it tough talking over there bro
Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga?
Murder She Wrote She wrote
What they saying nigga?
Murder she wrote she wrote
… Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum
I'm from a rich … and pro diddy
Popping up big broads with the holes in it
Bitch we hit your ride up, leave holes in it
… on your bitch mind, but this ain't whole bizness
…I could have got you hit when you was partying
But little niggas got an itch, let me body him
You know the 44 kick let me karate you
For me to stretch a nigga out straight Pilates him
Don't respect the thunder till they see the rain
You get less for a body than …
…with the solar panel
You can catch me on tv, niggas know the channel
I told the vale just let it roll
You know we keep it honest you gotta get your guns
Bitch let … mama tell him get …
cause when I bag this hammer out this nigga better run
What neighborhood coming from ?
Cause me and … keep rocking over here son, here son
Keep it tough talking over there bro
Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll
What they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll
Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum
You should really look at things from my perspective
I'll have them shooting out your block until you call detective
I can't talk about the skels and bones I collected
But I can name every single movie I directed
Talk slick on the strip, strip them butt naked
I pack a 50 some shit is just unexpected
Cause the … alone will run your ass a couple bucks, pricey
What hood you from nigga, … get lone gun nigga
Mvp that gang, let it bang where I'm from
… I'm out yeah, big boy rolling when I'm in the streets
Some … money sex, money…
I'm feeling really fresh when I'm on the scene
Ready to run, ready to hide, ready to die, ready to ride
What neighborhood coming from ?
Cause me and … keep rocking over here son, here son
Keep it tough talking over there bro
Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll
What they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll
Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum
The coop or the…on fish bone
Defecating all niggers got a weak code
And we all hot headed…so we heat holing
And the gangstas all in…
This gps has them bullets tracked
How you family gather…
Slick talking, you get murked over…
Transporter like the road runner
Never hesitate to squeeze em up for sho gunner
Working…strip constipated…
Respect the rules and the regulation
Brain light goons get the regulating
… got a coldest…
Scarface with a hammer, I'm a …
What neighborhood coming from ?
Cause me and … keep rocking over here son, here son
Keep it tough talking over there bro
Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll
What they saying nigga?
First she roll, she roll
Lyrics and music by jude christodal
Red room
Bedroom
Clean sheets
Dark night
Star light
Heat...
First kiss
Near-miss
Holding breath
Her tongue
So young
Dead
I know this is wrong
I have been silent for too long
I know this is wrong
I have been silent for too long
Mommy
Sorry
Had no choice
Daddy
At me
Hear my voice
And I know this wrong
I have been silent for too long
I know this is wrong
I have been silent for too long
Love has so many faces
I don't know what they all mean
They take me many places
But not all of them are clean
Day now
I vow
Never more
I will
Kill
This is war
This is war
This is war
And I know this wrong
I have been silent for too long
I know this is wrong
All work and no pay
Makes Jack a dull boy
I'm driving insane
Cause I need a brand new toy
Killer stalks in search of prey
Sometimes my mind goes astray
The blood flows as my curtain calls
I'm bustin' through your walls
All's fair in love and war
Repeated nightmares have begun
Old wounds that never heal
I'll cut them down one by one
Lusting them imaginary
Horrifying coronary
Tormented fools are on the run
Echo these screams red rum
Red rum - in two thirty seven
Red rum - a drink for your soul
When all the lights go down
And all the lost have been found
Round your neck your turn's bound
Red rum - in two thirty seven
Red rum - a drink for your soul
Spirits ripping out my mind
Invade my brain with lies they shine
Deja - vu invites intrusion
Murder is the dead conclusion
Red rum - in two thirty seven
Red rum - a drink for your soul
Red rum - come out, come out wherever
I stepped into the red room
I waited for the time to meet
Take me with you
I want to leave this shit
I feel you fill my body
Please hold my hand
I'm scarred but in a minute
I'll be a strong man
But why do you want from me more and more
You didn't want to cause me pain before
Do you like to kill? - Look into my eyes!
Would you like to kill me? - Why did you tell me lies?
I'm here again
For the last time, I promise
I want your kind of feeling
You can't leave me like this
But why do you close the door
I'm still here inside
I know the Red room is my cage
Strange fascination, end of the day
Roots are tied and uninspired
Two thousand records won't play anymore
Always had the time
Tape, VCR, news and old ripped picks
There's too much red in the room
There's too much red
There's too much red in the room
It seem to always come on over
Just a little too soon
Match box, cards and plastic guitars
And at twelve o'clock the news begins
It seem to always come on over
Just a little too soon
Your pocket was torn from a fist from a corpse
And the best one's got away
The basement's got a smell but I like it that way
Obsessive, compulsive, relentlessly frosted
TV shows with no conversation
Seem to make the time creep slow
I'm waiting around from place to place to place
There's too much red in the room
There's too much red
There's too much red in the room, yeah
It seem to always come on over
Just a little too soon
Match box, cards and plastic guitars
And at twelve o'clock the news begins
It seem to always come on over
Just a little too soon
Your pocket was torn from a fist from a corpse
we're walking, talking in 16 bit, but when the lights go
a party funeral flickering, and meanwhile they just sat
in a daze, these are darkening days let's find another
the new dance, sing ABC go 123
at last a new chance to correct the past and
we'll give back what we never had
(a clock ticks, signals mix)
what sparks our fire burns them out
appreciate your total curt reply
(roll your eyes, roll your eyes)
"the lies are on our side"
we're dancing, laughing with the kids
they're teaching us to think
PTA caffeine you need a fix, please stick it in my veins
drain all this pain, and drink my urgency, the
frequencies rebound
feedback
kids don't ever lack the notion, "is he lying?"
"son, just trust him". kids don't ever lack the notion,
(testo: M.Solara musica: M.Solara - G.Abb? – E.Crotti)
Sogni tormentati
d'umido e scarafaggi
muri soltanto muri
niente pi?, niente messaggi
la paura nel cervello
pu? volare
sprazzi mentali devastanti
deve ascoltare
stanco e isolato
l'han lasciato a dimenarsi
sole in quella scena
un'antenna che gracchia appena
radiofaro ora s? che
pu? provare
ma silenzi assordanti
deve ascoltare
radiodrama
nella testa
solo fruscio
but any news
(assolo)
radiodrama
nella testa
only noise
[Verse 1: Tini Maine]
Who's that nigga?, Mister Tini Maine
Creepin' from the fields wid the murder grippin' Jason mask
Seventeen shot glock twelve guage buckshots
Killin' motherfuckas in they anna puttin' swords up in they ass
Fill 'em with the damn knives and put 'em wid family
it's twirkin' and we droppin' time bombs
Til eternal flames come and get you some anna cannon
buckin' kinda fast and there's nowhere you can run
Always stayin' strapped wid the gats in my hood
damn fool never catch me runnin' slippin'
Big Mike, Killa C, Pimp Dad, Mister Black, Tony Fields
ain't nobody slippin' on the rich
Vanish from the scene once again it's the Leprechaun
shoot ya gun, hit 'em wid revenge knock 'em dead
Ninety nine nigga smoked out, get back, pull the strap
got the chain saw to cut ya bitche's head
Blunt just rolled up tight, gimme that mic and
snort this devil's dope
Inhale, exhale head rush gimme the gun
This holy white smoke got me, chokin' in a daze
got my twelve guage tryna make a stang
car jackin' leave ya pockets on the ground
Tryna take my crown get ya ass found drowned in the
Mississipi river on the eastside ah the town
Kidnap, pistol pack, niggaz gettin' jacked
everyday in everyway and then we bury them alive
Smack him couple times while he yackin' on some swine
caught him from the blind side, why he lookin' in my eyes?
Murder, murder 1-8-7 the reaper's call so here it come
Laughin' blowin' out smoke and takin' his butt out
right under one red rum
[Verse 2: Psycho]
Clickin' and thinkin' bout murder maine
Lucifer got me goin' insane
The devil is dwellin' I'm talkin' bout killin'
Niggaz who cross me and innocent children
Psychotic lunatic puffin' on hash
Thinkin' bout time so I might have to blast
Or sacrifice nina to finish the circle
I saw the trick daughter now where you gon' find her?
If you got anna then step to me real
Strapped or unstrapped, I'm killin' at will
And then by night nigga might blaze up a torch
And puff on a blunt then sit top ah your corpse
No selfish ass niggaz don't sneak in my click
False hatin' ass niggaz who pay for a bitch
You probably caught sleepin' you know that I'll have to
Flip the script and then you turn murder backwards
[Verse 3: Villain]
I have went insane, shootin' and killin' up women and
children for nothin' they dog
Mad, includin' the rest of the body parts that I have
cut up in gar-bage, bags
I'm runnin' up out of an old lady's house with my
victim's heart, I'm, scared
because I have raped her and killed her and killed
different children and cut off her, head
Decapitate a motherfucka corpse bitch you want me to take
out my gunsmokin' four
What is your name and where am you from? (South Memphis)
I'm called Lucifer
Poppin' my clip in my glock and I'm breakin' up shop
and I'm takin' your soul like I'm Satan and makin' your
bloody body bleed alot
Now, you losin' your mind you losin' your sanity
thinkin' to bail when I'm beatin' up your mom
You got whipped and shame because
you can die like this, like Jeffrey Dahmer
Yearnin' so deep in my soul have you pushin' up daisies
so my niggaz pass me the shovel long dirt with the wife
that white bitch went through in the essence
In an ordeal with the devil
Why niggaz won't trifle you Lucifer?
Cause they know that I'll come straight at they ass
Tell me please tell me why niggaz won't try you?
Because I know that I will down my skimask
Hang a white boy from a pole and then carve him and nail
in his chest then I'll cut out his tongue
I'm a bad nigga on the street runnin' butt naked
The red moon is rising behind you
The ocean is pounding away
I held up a light to the smoke but
The redness blows it away
And the night is cold
And the clouds go by
Tomorrow morning
I hope to be home
By your side
The riptide is pulling me under
I'm drifting, drifting away
Tomorrow the sun will be brighter
The water will rise and wash us away
But the stars are cold
And the air is bright
And I see you now
You shine like the steel on my knife
The darkness is wrapped all around me tonight
I miss you
I miss you there's no one else
I do
[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
Babyface, here's the rum to get the party started
Delta got the 4-4 and now we on guardin
We walk with heat, ain't nothin sweat on the streets
If you walk in the slum, you get caught by dum dum niggas
What, Red Rum, Red Rum
Murder is the muthafuckin case that they gave me
Red Rum, Red Rum
Murder is the muthafuckin case (that they gave me)
[Babyface Finster] (Delta #1) {Buddha Monk}
I wanna hit some skids tonight
(Aight crook stop stealin, dogs count your slugs
But ain't nobody killin)
I know I got a chance, at this, pants is tight
(L.I.Q., got me flippin, feelin for a fight)
Wanna get my groove on, preceed to move on
(Before the break of dawn, all ya niggas is gone
Try to front and get torn, I'm at the door
With the 4-4, restin my chest, I'm fuckin livin
hardcore hearing)
{Ooh baby I like it raw, war, things ain't just peace no more}
[Delta #1]
The way I get raw is gettin ready for a war
Suited in fatigue suits, size of livin proof
Robbin niggas ain't cute, but niggas need to salute
[Babyface Finster]
I step to this creep, ";What's ya name?";, (Denise)
She had a steel mad conceit, and the cunt's manifique
S & Jet, cuz the bodies now recked
Then I stepped, she was from the fuckin projects
Back to the party, to drink some Bacardi
Step to this chick, but her breath was type tardy
Miss La-Di-Da-Di, get off the wall so we can party
You see me scoppin, your pussy prink got me open
Damn baby
[Chorus]
[Babyface Finster]
Control party masses, pass champagne glasses
Peace and love to the Ol' Dirty Bastard
Multichin, it's the Zu Killa trend
Deadly with the pen, with the track he kills again
I'm layin my charm down, this honies all around
My section, got lifestyles for protection
Fuck that, groundin on asses, gives infections
Time to chill out for this alcohol section
[Delta #1]
16 cent on this fuckin Alezay
Pour it out for my man A, rest in piece
Love, peace and hair grease
The drama never cease, I'm rugged like a beast
With fronts in my mouth piece
Teachin niggas how to pimp
If I did it, I did it, you caught a charge for a tip
Bitch stop pagin me, I'm not tryin to hear you
You wanna fuck my physical, beep Spiritual
I'm tryin to get Drunk with the Dragon
The one night stand got ya braggin
Ya hot like a shot, with the 30-30 off the trot
I wanna bitch who smoke pot alot (*inhale*)
[Babyface Finster] (Delta #1)
Dancin with these bitches got my drawers all wet
(Yo the party just started, don't end it yet)
We gotta go Delta (nigga go to hell)
This crazy bitch is waitin at the fuckin hotel
(Let me smoke another L, and drink some more wine)
We got mad cash, but we can't buy time
(Son, it's only 15 to the break of dawn)
Let's scatter like roaches when the light come on
[Chorus]
Smell the stench
It's something that won't wash off
Look at me, touch me
I need you to feel the guilt
And did it bring you wealth
For all the money I got
Doesn't relate to any extend
The sacrifice, my lost
Now you spent it on some delirious drugs
Which brings you lower again
You're useless, a pesticide
A sickness that won't heal
If I still had the choice
On deciding upon your life
A thousand needles in a one way out
Look at me, touch me
I need you to feel the guilt
Smell the stench
It's something that won't wash off
For me the victim an open casket funeral
For the accused, he's innocent
Not to blame
Raised upon this wicked world
His mother was a whore
Earning crack, cracked she was
Killed when he was four
Father dear, dear he was
An angel brought up in hell
Sister cried: Daddy hurts
Hurt indeed she was
Now I call the witness, me
To the stand
And try to tell the truth
For the truth is now revealed
The jury loudly chants
The crowd they enter to
For all they want
Is blood on their hands
[Billy Bavgate]
I never been a motherfucking caped crusader
Motherfuckers gonna hate me when I hit'em with this heater
M-O-B, parkadas, fuck milly niggas
You never know when I might roll you up, and smoke you like a philly
Round Philly I do it till its done
Then I pass on down to my son, red rum
Now this kids get done
Cause livin' in the ghetto, niggas die over a hum bum
My lil' homie lost his life over drugs
Smokin' and Drinkin' with the thugs
And only niggas on the block, show them love
So he don't give a fuck
Hooked wit da colonel til I die
'Till a nigga stick a revolver in my eye
Catchin Bavgate gettin' wet in a drive by
I don't know (buck buck) ask the man in the sky
Red rum when I ride
When I call up the colonel to come and get me
Before them white folks lock me up for a century
[Chorus]
[Crooked Eye/(Billy Bavgate)]
If you wan't some then come and get some
(Don't make me empty out the 100 round drum nigga)
Red rum x4
[Crooked Eye]
Where we at, (where we at)
Sausa pull his strap if he dump first
But the amature killers didn't know I'm puttin to work
Gave me the reason, commited treason, I wan't his head
Give me his family's bitch, his dogg, or I'm dead
He's marked my cousin
Came through on a sneak with a hit he bust'em
And Lord knows I loved him
Promise his son, I trust him
Heard his last breath, he said rise from my death
Then he shook and died, punched the cluck before my very eyes
Tramatized, thats why my head is all fucked up
I can not sleep, until these niggas are locked up
Red rum (red rum), runnin' wit dis 100 round drum
Huntin the niggas, who pulled the trigger on my closest nigga
Getcha figure, that in this game of pushin coke
It's kill or be killed, its like walking a tight rope
Got it tatted on my arm, nigga, written in blood
I won't rest til I put these niggas head in the mud
Red Rum
