Nine - Redrum Lyrics
Must be the chronic that got these nigga thinkin they bionicThey better get the hell of that gin and tonicBring the blues, I shatter and batter crewsCant lose, dont snooze on the 30 shotWhos on my my hip when I leave my residenceGet me fed I spit lead and leave u dead like presidentsShit is silly, bust the sequelIm runnin from the cops and still gotta watch for my own peopleStress leads me down the path of redrumSmart enough get some mad enough take someWant some, need some, ***** around and bleed someDont get dumb, Ill beat that ass like a drumHostility is buildin on a daily basisSick of all the nonsense save the mean faces, I aint scaredOf youMy glock erases wrinkles leavin expressions of painCant think with a bullet in your fn brainI hop skip and jump bailI aint goin upstate againIm in the alley hidin in a garbage pailPeep the style of the runaway childLivin wild, poppin stick like noon nowOoh child, things aint gettin no easierMy hair is gettin peazier, Im lovin it dont worryBe nappy on the regular, live long and prosperGet yours, love your mom, safe sex, etc...The streets are filled with temptaion and madd sinThe last thing we need is saint ivesSuicide on the rise, everybody think they uzi weighs a tonneShits gettin hectic, too much redrumChorus (x3)Everybody wan heaven, them not wan deadRedrum99 bottles of beer on the wall all u need is 2 niggasTo drink them allAnd start illin, think about killin a villain on your way to hell, where sa-tan dwellCant tell whos good or badWhos got love, or whos jealousWhos sceamin, whos the angelWhos the demon, whos the nigga fiendinMass confusion over illusions, brothers cruisinWith the shotty, la de da de, they came to partyReady to lick shots like lollipopsOn blocks its hot, anybody can get shot even copsWhen it rains it pours, bullets have no namesIt puts a strain on my brain, as I try to maintainIts drivin me crazy but I can walk from hereI feel close to insane, I gots no fearMy mental is scrambled like eggsIt *****s me up, everytime I see a black man when he begsWashin windows, tap dancin, prancin, struttinMost of the time people give his ass nuttin!A quarter here, a quarter there, now u know why we murdaBein homeless, to me is unheard ofIll do whatever I gotta doAnd if I get locked then I got 3 hots and cot trueBut jail cells are full with niggas, every dayMayday, theyre gotta be a better wayTo make it is easy, to keep it is the hard shitU need some lessons to move on up like the jeffersonsSome aim teks to get respect, where rolexDrive a phat lex around the projectsFlexin and plexin until they catch a dum-dum slugShit is bugged on the streets, too much redrumChorus (x6)Everybody wan heaven... heaven....Redrum
