Lyrics:
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
Check this out, Cool DJ Red Alert
With my man, Q-Tip
In the morning, woke up from sexual pleasures
Looked at her sexual partner
Who acquainted
of youth
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured
As the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels was
clothes
The industry are my foes
They treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red nose
They put me down
And treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red
now
I'm tellin, I'm show you, watch
Youknowhatimean? He's a born again, hooligan)
Uh-huh
[Jamel Simmons]
I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son,
a way on which he could escape when drive bys were being pulled on the dot at 7:48 If you heard a gun shot than it was too late you'll hear the sound
Looking for a soul brother all around him)
The eyes of the people who passed him by
Were cold and as hard as stone
The poor boy whimpered and began
leaving folks
After I get them singing
I'd like to leave ya'll singing
How'bout the folks in the row
Here by the wall
Ya'll got the "red light" with me
Rest
It's going down on us
We bout to drown from it
In the red in the red in the red
Markets in the red in the red in the red
Stocks still in the red in
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
active on g o d
Blood brothers
Disrespect r.i.p
Act up get clapped up
Niggah point plant
He grab you by the throat
I’m hit ya wit the shank
Scream
Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still
In a lonely spot near where I was killed
By a red man defending his native land
In the place that they call
Un-moveable objects?
We move 'em anyway
Our brothers and sisters, we can let 'em down
We all bleed red, a pauper to a crown
Break?
Nah, we can't
We just gonna
in life
I'm thankful not to be dead
But I stand by it
Take one more and imma
Paint the sky red
Been all on my own
I don't need nobody
Tell me what's
Red, white, and blue
I wear this flag upon my sleeve because of you
Not much more that you could take
In a truck bed by the lake
So this picture
Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager
Soupin me up sayin "You're a good worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large
all red like my brake lights
In the kitchen on the stove
Tryna get my cake right
I work late nights, graveyard shift
Nigga gotta keep it trill
I’m
Wicklow Street, directly across from the college. Her
face is shielded by the red hood but I can tell it is a woman
by her lithe, graceful, catlike
minutes...
Dawg...
When my own brothers feeling empty hungry for a taste of that red ting
They con dey follow up with the refnol contemplating flows slightly
even blue or red
But cross the wrong brothers and end up dead
You catch a body full of bullets and get blasted
Tryin' to be a gangsta but you just
The Treach DJ Mr. Mixx
(Word)
[ VERSE 1: Brother Marquis ]
We get the red carpet treatment cause we're well respected
Always accepted and never rejected
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
been jumped off the porch
And you killed my brothers so I’m stealing some of yours
Pull up wit a five
Pull up wit a torch
And I know you envy
Cause
Yeah, we used to be brothers
I used to call you my brother
When we fight I'm taking off on another
Staying tall against the wall for each other
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