Lyrics:
How I be trippin' and standin'
Can you please understand it
If I get caught red handed
Used to be drippin' now drownin'
How many times i step in
written
Plot change, creation of a better figure
Yea read the riddle in me
Yea you gonna have to deal with the
RED DEVIL
Lifted our grenade up
It crumpled like the cans piled up by the door
Half my age
Was spent just trying
To scratch that itch
In the back of my mind
If we
this q don't stutter
How many times did I tell my runner
Used to step round there in a North Face
Now I stash notes in my Moncler puffer
Moncler came
inside when I open my eyes all I see is red (I’m Seeing Red)
Nigguh you tote that lead(Tote That Lead) Don’t be scared (Uh-Uh)
Next shot is a head shot
that's why we so solid
Red to blue, to debt, to due, it's easier
To put a watermelon through the eye of a needle
This is done by choice, not by force
I
I infinitely climb
Im living life in those times the written by the scribes
Looking out for those signs Look up to the skies
Opening up those eyes
they rolled right by it
Wasn't me they was after
A little red corvette
They was tryin to capture
Dread I feel sweat so I set down my jacket
Look up
Yo biz, let's send this out to the Propmaster Cool DJ Red Alert
Bring the beat in, Todd
Yeah, this is how we're doing it for the '93, we're
in pools of blood, and forever the rivers run red
Flowing unholy passion, ripped away the worth and pride
Now in fear bound by hell, no more secrets
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V
Ain't none of that shit better than
A B G (Yae)
Hustle, making money on the go
I'm the young D boy by
hit list
I speed it up, boy you reckless, time's up, oh you guessed it
Raised up in this dungeon rap, I slice these rappers by the dozen
Got the bundle
licença q tamo passando
te rasguei no meio
n fica com receio
muito melhor q antes n tenho freio
i cant i wont
girl just my phone
passing by but im not
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red.
Her folks they said our
Since a youngin I wanted the celery
Won't get off easy if he ever play with me
Don't get stopped at the light by a red beam
I just hit me a lick he was
my person
By stating I'm darkly packed
I know this, so, I point at Q-Tip
And he states, "Black is Black"
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shovel
my person
By stating I'm darkly packed
I know this, so, I point at Q-Tip
And he states, "Black is Black"
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shovel
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Written by: Wyatt Easterling
Published by: Considerable Music, ASCAP
Produced by Joe Newberry
Acoustic Guitar: Wyatt Easterling, Wyatt's
Drivin You Crazy: BMI
Written & Published by: cdams crmondo Lacasius for: cDcMS4 PUBLISHING & Published by: LaJaye' Britt for: My Q Music.. Released
(...???..., yeah)
- Ian Paice on drums, yes.
Alright
There once was a woman
A strange kind of woman
The kind that gets written down in history
Her name
storm-wracked bites
I gave her Eden after the flood
Written in the dead of night
And riding on the burning wind
Smitten by her red delight
My words alight
race
The madness of folly
Is written on your face
Lit up by your little mistakes
You'll keep making them
Over and over and over and over again
Ha ha ha
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
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