Northstar - Red Rum (feat. Shacronz) Lyrics
f/ Mikey Jarrett Jr., ShaCronz, Shoshot[Intro: Mikey Jarrett Jr.]Ya know say Mikey there 'pon dem case, NorthstarAh, family, ya done know, ahFor real, we ready for them, we nah rampAh, ah..[Chorus: Mikey Jarrett Jr.]Red rum, red rum, dem all have fi runYou don't want no war, boy, don't make me must me gunRed rum, red rum, dem all have fi runIf a war to watch you know dem all have fi comeRed rum, red rum, dem have fi run[Hook x3: Christ Bearer]Northstar and the R-Z-ARed rum, red rum, red rum, red rum, run away! Run away![Christ Bearer]Aiyo I shot the sheriff but I didn't shoot the deputyOne up before I *****ed back the Wu-Tang weaponryTold him R-Z-A and the North don't play(Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum, run away! Run away!)Killa Californ-I-A, we get up popping in the lo's, popping in the tre'sWhere it's easiest to get an AKto the gut, make 'em say "Yup" like Brother JPoint blank with the shank or the stray(Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum, run away! Run away!)When I exfixiation those who waitPerpetuate the murder rate, make 'em eat bakePull out the shotti like somebody gotta pay(Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum, run away! Run away!)You want the pain? Here comes the painGet ya punk ass blasted, all you bastards get slainI'm full of Remy, Tanquaray and Alize(Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum, run away! Run away!)I hit the booth like "kill them with the knowHeads high, it's the return of Death Row"Lacing up my black boots, Eagle for the fray(Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum, run away! Run away!)[ShaCronz]Listen closely, 'til your attention's undividedMany in the past, tried to do what I didLike my beef with cheese on itThat B.K. bullshit, yeah we on itYa girl, ya wife, but my dick, she's on itTwirling around it like she's on a pole in a strip clubIn the cold on the stroll I got that ***** upFive hundred to *****, a penny to get ya dick suckedStraight paper, hate haters, get ya click upCronz done grown a lot, I'm not a player, I sit in the owner's boxSpit sixteen like I'm roaming glocksFrom F.G. to Long Beach, we zip and zone the blockWhat?[Chorus x1.25][Shoshot]It's all about that bread, watch me stack them chips up highPuff that lye 'til I'm so so highLaid back pushing the six, or the fivePicture me falling short, all them fake divesI've been known to drop dudes like twice my sizeBe in different states with a pretty chick by my sideChromed out, bet she can't wait to blink outClear the place out, look at ya face nowIt's the Don so I thought I'd ought to let it be knownPlus take a crack at the throne, I'm holding my ownIf it ain't about cash, better watch ya toneFrom the East to the West, the zone, and I'm gone[Meko the Pharaoh]We splash y'all niggaz with the gift of GodsKnocking down buildings like my nizzle Snoop DoggWest Coast analyst, we creep through the fogAnd it's an everyday thing like a walk through the mall (run away!)Northstar up in yaMurder, murder, death, run away, cuz he couldn't ***** wit herI see you moving to the rhythmLike Martin RunTellThat before you fall victimThe world is filled up, envy and lustRemy and skunk, that leads to people not giving a *****[Hook x3][Chorus x2][Outro: Mikey Jarrett Jr.]Ya done know say Northstar family (run away!)
