Lyrics:
Sky's red
Ultra, ultraviolet
Floatin' on an island
Higher than a pilot
Baby I'm gone
Oh we on God yeah,
Oh we on God yeah
Sky's red
Ultra,
on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her legs
Turned on the light and everything was red
I'm surrounded by
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
off in red.
Me, I'm on the move only stopping for bread.
Double are and D-Block nigga, copper and lead.
Whaddup!
Styles P Talking:
"Stay in the zone"
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer do you remember?
Do you remember when we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block had a bunch
from where I'll dangle ya
This a peek at New Nation arrival
Skip the red carpet for chances I stifled
My P's and Q's stay dotted like I do
La petite mort
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
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let's do that
Telephone poles
of safes
My gas on fleek, jet fuel for the week
These niggas wanna tweet, my niggas wanna eat
Down south dope boy, D-boy, nigga eat
All red Yeezy's,
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
that infared dot on your knot
Down South Hustlers got on lock, with that J-L-O-see on cock
Gangstafied like them chain gangs in the Pen
P-H at your
that infared dot on your knot
Down South Hustlers got on lock, with that J-L-O-see on cock
Gangstafied like them chain gangs in the Pen
P-H at your
Umm hmm p yamz
J what? This is what happens
'Sup Jeff you leaving niggas in
The studio by theyselves yo
Ay yo puff the dutch
Don't make me fuck shit
Simi yo
Twice style bring it foul to ya life style
Floss in my neck of (Yo!) da woods (Yo!) I put your lights out (Yo!)
I throw my grees high,
Red
The Levy is heavy nigga
(Dem Hittaz comin' for ya)
They Don't miss, red beam steady on ya
Dat Six by Eighteen box, ready for ya
Uh, You feel like a celeb
search to pay without 2p together
I'm brok pocket and completely skint with bare red letters
The Capitalist system can keep us down
Coz we string up
sell it by the p
You can bust that bitch down, push it by the p
And I ain't takin' no plea, but I'm pushin' p
Yeah, this life that I'm livin', I can't
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
beast and by the way she's proud of me
Every time we hit the club five Aces on me and don't forget the Don P
I never ain't got it
I'm swiping my card
ain't really bout ya dough (Can't)
Getting high riding by playa headed to some mo (To some mo)
Boo don't give a P no problems help me solve'em (Help me
yeaaaa
Murder was the case that they gave
Got a cold cold case of 42 with ya name
Red bottoms, red lace, like the way you coordinate
You tired of the fake,
splattered
My man said dat he wants work and
Dat his fast but more time
It don't matter
He don't pick up da phone
Dats a red flagg
Early signs I must take with
Red eye for that
Red eye for that, ugh
Red eye for that
Red eye for that, ugh
Plans for the next year
Plans just to leave here
Plans for no fear,
tore out
When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out
There's a lot of you's, there's only one me
They are not confused by the wannabe
There's
real
Gangstarr wit the Mass Appeal
Black Thought wit the master skill
You aint even gotta ask for real
Eye got you
But if you a op, eye’ll pop you
Red
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