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that gold sunset
Honey's gone she'll be out in a blaze
(Ah)

Hand on the register
They shoot the messenger
Blood on the counter but

Don't you

a headache, its heavy
Bread on my head like a criminal
Damn it been a minute since
I entertained a minimum
I won't shoot the messenger
I'm setting up whoever

me down, do it yourself
Cos' I ain't getting killed by nobody else
Don't make me shoot no messenger

As the sun sets over the hills
We take our spoils,

Imma Shoot the messenger
So don't deliver messages

I sleep wit one eye open
That's a gift that God then bless me with

I Just bought me a Extra gun

feel the rage of an animal encaged
What's happening to our Latin America?
I'm a reporter, don't kill the messenger
This is our home we gotta take it back

weapons you don't wanna test it nah
I shoot the messenger burn up the message clean em up
I pull my hits straight off of your guest lists checking your

ceilings too
Ain't got no roof
Ain't no blue print I'm sticking too
I mean I use it as a reference but
I ain't tryna shoot the messenger 
But they can never

the messenger, fire the preacher, they crow
Find the teachers, they don't 
I've been freed by fake folks
Stopping me, no they won't 
They won't stop my bank roll,

I don't get why y'all tryna shoot the shits
Swerve in my lane & you're gonna get rear ended get my drift
Fast & the Furious
It's family over anything

Don't like y'all man y'all weird
Drink dusse no tall beer
Spent so long here I'm garnier
Two sticks on dawg hes John deer
All truth my raps I'm Paul

a kiss
When you niggas shoot
You pray don’t miss
And when my niggas shoot 
They know they won’t miss 
Bitch

Aye
I pull up witcho bitch and I’m in ya hood

looking good
But my words disgusting
I thought she by herself
But she brought her cousin

Let's have a threesome baby
Don't worry bout incest
She said her

what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,

fix your life bitch this ain't iyanla
Hit a lick i snatch yo shit it's like i'm john gabanna 
Block yo bitch get out the way like i'm mohammed bamba

Come and Get It

Redman

Backstage: A Hard Knock Life [Clean]

1999

get it, the Bricks don't fuck with herbs
Come get it, I represent Jerz 'til I die
Smoke on the lah lah lah lah lah lah

Come get it, y'all niggas don't

Yeah, 31
It Goes Up edition
And I brought friends this time (let's go)

The wicks lit fire it up like a John wick clip
Rip shit rhymers are hype

Traffic jam on the landing
Wanted a few but we brought the whole gang in mad ting
You guys don't even try
You see me I'm gonna die trying
I act poor

a nigga
Like John Wick they rather shoot over a bitch
So I call l them John's big sis
Nigga strutting his shit, so I got them um very pissed
Don't even have

shot
I'm Sippin'
They trynna shoot at me like John Lennon
I ain't even posing up for they Canon
Streets wild
And I'm out
Twins on her chest
Looking like

sipper
I'd advise you not to shoot without a mixer
Don't miss a
Thing tryna taste bitter
It's more room in a suite please try a visit
Now turn around oouh

Glocks and the beams with me (Great John beats, baby)
Look, look
(Great John on the beat by the way)

Tell 'em, "Bust a move," got them things

brother
This shit is a shoot
RIP John Madden, my niggas played football
I stayed home cause I had to take some calls
Drive by'd in 8th grade but no PTSD
Why

in peace to all those we lost
By murder of the police damn

Don't shoot me, my nigga, it's just a book
It's probably what keeps everyone's life
End up

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck