RedRum (Murder) (feat. Flo & Boogie)-D-Lo/Flo/Boogie

RedRum (Murder) (feat. Flo & Boogie) - D-Lo Must be the chronic that got these ni**a thinkin they bionic They better get the hell of that gin and tonic Bring the blues, I shatter and batter crews Cant lose, dont snooze on the 30 shot Whos on my my hip when I leave my residence Get me fed I spit lead and leave u dead like presidents Sh*t is silly, bust the sequel Im 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, ***** around and bleed some Dont get dumb, Ill beat that a** 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 Cant think with a bullet in your fn brain I hop skip and jump bail I aint goin upstate again Im 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, Im lovin it dont 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 Shits 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 Cant tell whos good or bad Whos got love, or whos jealous Whos sceamin, whos the angel Whos the demon, whos the ni**a 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 its 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 Its 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 *****s me up, everytime I see a black man when he begs Washin windows, tap dancin, prancin, struttin Most of the time people give his a** nuttin! A quarter here, a quarter there, now u know why we murda Bein homeless, to me is unheard of Ill 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, theyre gotta be a better way To make it is easy, to keep it is the hard sh*t U need some lessons to move on up like the jeffersons 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 Sh*t is bugged on the streets, too much redrum Chorus (x6) Everybody wan heaven... heaven.... Redrum