Lyrics:
I'm show you, watch
Youknowhatimean? He's a born again, hooligan)
Uh-huh
[Jamel Simmons]
I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son, earthquakin
Industry
And this song goes out to my uncle Paddy RIP. He spent every day reading over the odd glass of red wine. He'd literally tell you anything you wanted
as you climbed in side
you slide over a bit closer as we rode down to the lake road
watched the sun fade in that big red sky
I reached down in the front
When I wrote our names on my red converse
You brushed it off and called me a flirt
Did I make it awkward
But I keep second guessing everything
Cause I
down, shots fired, only fuck-niggas and cops died
First stage of a riot
And them fucks couldn't sneak by us
Oh, you want to witness some shit
Fine
funny
Is it any reason why y'all starvin'
I smell bull and by smelling force
Do I really need to beg your pardon?
My jersey say James I don't play
a half a foot off the finger
Custom seats are amazin' tellin' nobody could touch that b****
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock s***
Joan never plays the paper
Leaves it burning in the severed hearts
Joan lets the paper fly by
Joan leave and cry within without
Just leave our eyes
reds of greens. Kill, robbery soldiers
Born 2 ride, killers born 2 die, mommas born 2 cry.
Wild like the lone fucking ranger, niggas from the South
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
It's already too late to apologize.
The sky is now turning to red.
We destroyed so much,
We don't deserve this
As our houses burn,
We fueled the pit.
off our iPhones
Gon' light that weed up, nobody home and plus were grown, young nigga
With gin in this red cup, turning up cause' we don't give a fuck
impatient
Let's go kick in their door and strip them naked, leave 'em stinking
No witness, no weapon, my nigga, the case is over
The reaper snatched 'em,
toothpaste
Look the other side when I cross, and I see they're two-faced
Trip over my shoelace, rip apart the fools laid
Who states what I face, you not God,
I need a warrant check on 2 suspects wearing
black Dickeys and dirty white t-shirts
I have one black and one Mexican
They have five outstanding
figure speed on before you get peed on nigga
[Mack 10]
Fool what side is you
Red or the blue
While as the l.a. zoo it's round two
I ignite grab
I can bring you down, just show the red dot
From the underground, but this ain't bedrock
We reign, we rule, we up, you not
We came to take over your
and barks become louder and ever closer
One by one the men disappear
As man's own hounds pin their master down
Stand over him, basking in the fear in his eyes
Experiences compressing
Years pass by like weeks
Chapters written faster than cars drive down our street
If I could start it over, I'd walk over the same line
fantasies
come right over and hit the dope don't be 2 panicky
i don't hustle for my sanity
i just do it to make money gee
if you ain't got my paper bitch
it's the truth
And if you knew my eyes blood shine red
The devil grant me by my tooth
And yet, a halo over who?
But we get bitch, we be sliding through
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
woken by the creaky hinge of door number two
Door number two, it's sorta like a silhouetted whore in plain view
When your homework is due
Rhinestone
stretch the Caine, to cop the house and the plane
'till my Massacre, slain
brains hang from the window of my Range
fuck the FEDS, 2 green and one red
Firm
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