Lyrics:
red Rum! (x4)
[Project Pat]
A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys
my guns
All my women
Ryc is chillin
Sorta like a villain
Surrounded by funky fresh n fly women
Some um is poolside, some um is swimmin
Some um
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines so
I got
(Yea! Yea!)
Yeah I got a whole lotta syrup (uh)
And we got a whole lotta molly (lotta molly)
Today I put some red in a sprite (some red)
And I got
controlled by the aggravation in my life. In my life
All my devastation won't undermine or define the creation in my time. In my time
Red blooded man. She got
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs
Hop out of the van I got all my guns blazing
Ima empty out the clip inside yo body yeah I'm lasing
Said you wanted all the smoke you didn't know what
and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in
red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do
Woke up this mornin' (yeah)
You got yourself a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yourself a gun
Yo, I'm livin' in this
Time behind enemy lines, so
I got
"Son, we live in a world that
Has walls and those walls have
To be guarded by men with guns
Who's gonna do it? You?"
Back to early middle ages
[Red 1]
Yo yo
We rude bwoys Van-city outlaws
Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your street sweeper
Call Mr. Martin and the preacher
To the saloon,
scheming
Red letter day, red menace stay with the ghost gun squeezing
1911 do 'em 1917, straight treason
No rest or reprieve fucking with me and JJ Demon
And if my voice and these words isn't enough for you nerds to listen
Then maybe i'll grab a gun and maybe i'll be the one to spray blood on the kitchen
Leave a nigga block full of nothin' but guts, brains
Ain't no way, nowhere that these niggas could duck flames
My guns up for and tellin' all to suck
Man on TV got a gun
Man on CD got a gun
I'm gonna get me a gun
Gonna be someone
I'm gonna be a man
Shoot 'em one by one
When I get my gun
You know
or be swallowed
By the ocean all around so hollow
And the wreckage is warped and twisted
Sinking down in the darkness witnessed
The heavy guns keep
spartan's gonna tear you apart
Fire shots at the cyclops, it never ends well
Oh, they're gonna have to glue
You back together in Hell
Zoom, red dot,
the scene like Machine Gun Kelly
Two to the head about four cross the belly
Steady givin' niggaz the runs
Fuckin' clam put your fists down and go for
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
take this road (naw)
Free my bruddas locked up, I don't wanna (naw)
Get in there no more, I don't wanna (naw)
Drive by, make me throw out this gun
Black man with a gun he won’t run, we run.
But a black man with a mind becomes world enemy number one.
Gangbanging got our young kids' brains
ain't keep it
Don't fuck with the water, nigga, I be seasick
Your gun got took, nigga, you can't retrieve it
You live by the book, nigga, you is a bitch
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