Lyrics:
Uh! Backwards!
c'mon! c'mon! c'mon! (c'mon!)
Oh no, struck by greased lightning
F'ed by the same last name, you know what?
China ain't never givin
words gave hope
Your presence was strength
No matter the woe
We never should lament
But when you were desolate
Crushed by the weight
Your crippling pain
left to load
My toes are cold my legs are warm
The sin is beaten by the storm
I'm not afraid of the killer bee
Join my big time journey
I'm stuck in
are not convincin'
When Detroit blocks stay flocked with henchman
Niggas get popped for instance, infrared dot for distance
Get knocked by the cops,
Fuck 'em all
Live by your own terms
Pick your poison
Choke
Life is hard
Medicate
Life is green
Fuck em all
Let's smoke some trees
Blaze it up
Burn
to slave the babies
Ay yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads
Makaveli in this
Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty
Uh, feel me (come with me)
And God said he should send
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
I'm from detroit
Blow the reveille
Deatho knocko
That's me little ol'me
Glamorous me
Johnny can't read
Blah blah blah
I' can't see
Blah blah
Killer man, atomic B-boys in Japan
Another brother dies up in Sudan
Kevorkian, kervorkian
Got the heads lookin' for that kill 'em
Dead from the feds shit
twist them like haze round here
Been +M.A.D.E.+ down here, blow hay round here
Ask around, them niggaz know I lay down here
Down here, yeah, and I done
up
Now you know niggas get real paranoid
When they see a gang of motherfuckers walkin' up
Now this legendary shit is brought to you by
the hatred that lead to this carnage
Infested by love, a stone cold killer
Hacking and gnashing without remorse
Pipe fed to her cave, blinded by rage
I
Been a gangsta you can check my fingers, I don't talk on phones
Black coffee, sippin', chillin', thinkin
I don't talk on phones
Bad bitches blow
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
coulda's
And "why didn't 'tcha dida's"
Crippling snippets aimed at the heart
To inflame and impart blame
Framed like Mumia
Verbal diarrhea
Creating
ain't saint
Make the blood spil as paint
I am sorry for my ways
I had change lanes for my gains
I am Heading to the stairs while i am crippling your legs
the Chi-town, I’m keeping it G from the get go.
Windy city killers, man they shootin’ when the wind blow.
From Oklahoma to New York, I rep my kinfolk.
Thought
and smokin'
I'd probably be by my lonesome
I'm a killer nigga, I ain't jokin'
Indo smoke got me choked and I'm hopin'
The fool comes slippin'
So I could
The wheels start turning
Feel the wind blow by
Burning juice injected
On my Sedan
Going in full motion
As I steer into the night
Losing all my sense
have been playin' with me
I ain't no killer but don't push me
Them very words said can resurrect
Pac straight from the dead
And it takes a young nigga
[Chorus]
[Redman]
Ready to Rock & Roll, I lock your load
I blow the block some more
Undercover like sellin' cops some blow
Bring a pain killer, my
gonna do
I'm from Detroit, blow the reveille
Deatho knocko
That's me, little old me, glamorous me
Johnny can't read
Blah-blah-blah
I' can't see
Chains on my neck, man, I look like a lick (look like a lick, yeah)
All this money in my pocket hangin' out, this shit is sloppy (sloppy)
On the block by
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