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Nine - Redrum lyrics
Must be the chronic that got these nigga thinkin they bionic They better get the hell of that gin and tonic Bring the blues I shatter and batter crews Can't lose don't snooze on the 30 shot Who's on my my hip when I leave my residence Get me fed I spit lead and leave u dead like presidents Shit is silly bust the sequel I'm runnin from the cops and still gotta watch for my own people Stress leads me down the path of redrum Smart enough get some mad enough take some Want some, need some, fuck around and bleed some Don't get dumb, I'll beat that ass like a drum Hostility is buildin on a daily basis Sick of all the nonsense save the mean faces, I aint scared of you My glock erases wrinkles leavin expressions of pain Can't think with a bullet in your f'n brain I hop skip and jump bail I aint goin upstate again I'm in the alley hidin in a garbage pail Peep the style of the runaway child Livin wild, poppin stick like noon now Ooh child, things aint gettin no easier My hair is gettin peazier, I'm lovin it don't worry Be nappy on the regular, live long and prosper Get yours, love your mom, safe sex, etc... The streets are filled with temptaion and madd sin The last thing we need is Saint Ives Suicide on the rise, everybody think they uzi weighs a tonne Shit's gettin hectic, too much redrum Chorus (x3) Everybody wan heaven, them not wan dead Redrum 99 bottles of beer on the wall all u need is 2 niggas To drink them all And start illin, think about killin a villain on your way to hell, where sa-tan dwell Can't tell who's good or bad Who's got love, or who's jealous Who's sceamin, who's the Angel Who's the demon, who's the nigga fiendin Mass confusion over illusions, brothers cruisin with the shotty, la de da de, they came to party Ready to lick shots like lollipops On blocks it's hot, anybody can get shot even cops When it rains it pours, bullets have no names It puts a strain on my brain, as I try to maintain It's drivin me crazy but I can walk from here I feel close to insane, I gots no fear My mental is scrambled like eggs It fucks me up, everytime I see a black man when he begs Washin windows, tap dancin, prancin, struttin Most of the time people give his ass nuttin! A quarter here, a quarter there, now u know why we murda bein homeless, to me is unheard of I'll do whatever I gotta do And if I get locked then I got 3 hots and cot true But jail cells are full with niggas, every day Mayday, they're gotta be a better way To make it is easy, to keep it is the hard shit U need some lessons to move on up like the Jefferson's Some aim teks to get respect, where rolex' Drive a phat Lex around the projects Flexin and Plexin until they catch a dum-dum slug Shit is bugged on the streets, too much redrum Chorus (x6) Everybody wan heaven... heaven.... REDRUM |
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