Lyrics:
that crimson sin intensity!
I'm haunted by the mystery of red, red, red!
Red! red knocks 'em dead!
Some like it hot-tah!
I like it red!
Red's my
Yeah, it's about that time, yeah
Time ta take off partna, alright
Hustle Gang, uh huh, G-D-O-G
Get your doe or die partna
Yup, let's go
Still
credit cards
Sellin' lemonade by the side of the road
You see it all from where you are
Can't knock the hustle
Can't knock the hustle
Leave a five
haunted by the mystery,
The mystey of red.
Red knocks 'em dead,
Some like it hot, I like it red.
Red is my lover, got it covered
Red is my number,
by the mystery
The mystery of red
Red knocks 'em dead
Some like it hot, I like it red
Red is my lover, got it covered
Red is my number, sure
oughta be in jail
'Cause it's on the verge of bein' obscene
Move over, baby
Gimme the keys
I'm gonna try to tame your little red love machine
Little
oughta be in jail
'Cause it's on the verge of bein' obscene
Move over, baby
Gimme the keys
I'm gonna try to tame your little red love machine
Little
Yeah it's about that time, yeah, haha
Time to take off, partner, alright?
Hustle Gang, uh huh, G-D-O-D
Get your doe or die, partner
Yup, leggo (Ayy)
think about it nigga, life or death
Life of a cracker
I’d like to hang you by the neck
Do you wanna see the boys in jet
Or you wanna see them runway jets?
He made his way to the border
In the shadow under the trees
Down by a stream in a hollow
Turn your head feel the breeze
And the red Queen was
Running up my credit cards (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Sellin' lemonade by the side of the road
You see it all from where you are (Oh)
Can't knock the hustle (No, no,
fine, I'll feel fine
'Cause I wanna be there
Wanna go back down and lie beside the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice
Fill it up with good red
can't take this abuse
Every time that you walk in the room, girl
I'm hypnotized by the way that you move
It's the way that you move
You call me out,
the verses]
Even though what we do is wrong...
We still hustle 'til the sun come up
Crack a 40 when the sun go down
It's a cold winter
Y'all niggaz
we could jump 'em and check em, by sprayin' techs at these fools
Make it to trial, you don't win, indirectly you lose
You bad, makin' that move, your
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
And you'll see it move
As it moves on the masses
The weak will rise and give birth to the sky
No it didn't stop there it consumed me
And it crushed me
Looking on various street corners
I'm sure you've seen it yourself
Standing on the corner is an alleged brother
Dressed in blue or green, red
Looking on various street corners
I'm sure you've seen it yourself
Standing on the corner is an alleged brother
Dressed in blue or green, red
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
Ch'yeah
RedOne, Konvict
Gaga, oh, eh
I've had a little bit too much, much (oh, oh, oh-oh)
All of the people start to rush (start to rush by
Think I'm talkin' about some money?
This one of my common peeves ain't it
Damn Diddy leave some for the rest of us
Nigga you don't hustle you don't
to get away
Seems like nowhere to run
All of a sudden I was blinded by a flash
Devil of a man with a gun
You gotta believe it
Now let me outta here
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