Remedy - Code Red Lyrics
f/ Lounge-Lo, Solomon Childs, RZA[Intro: sample scratched up (RZA)]"Code red -- danger!" - Inspectah Deck "Protect Ya Neck"(Yo, aiyo)[RZA]36 crazy fists, Baby ChrisKept a tray eighty, slip down near his ass splitQuick to spit, maybe hitAnybody on the block by, he talk flyHawkeye, chalk lie on blocks, nobody's dropLike hopscotch, boxes being drawn by copsMaybe Chris, iller dealer will splat the skully boxBig head and his little seed Yaqub, terribleSo black he was blue, knew, when he grewThat he would study math, and learn to draw devilAnd speak three toga, learn sheik yogaThink with the force of Yoda70 percent satisfied, 30 percent dissatisfiedSo they fraternized and scatter liesAnd build a brotherhood, with black hoodsWe stack goods, livin' in backwardsRollin' weed up in back woods[Remedy]Baby Chris got a cousin named Abe, he got the mind of a slaveGenerous but the heart that's braveSaid he gave his whole life, came to save the kidsFrom the cradle to the grave, for what you think they didOn his praise to The Abbott, said he'd kill for the WuStarted learning jujitsu, and kung fu tooMastered and traits on how to rush gatesLearn to DJ and how to put explosives in cratesNow a few years past, wow, some learned fastHow to blast, quick dash, run and gun for the cashNothin' else mattered, paid his dues killin' crews that rattedHe was bruised and batteredWith 2 twenty two's in his shoes, it's where he kept shit cookin'Waitin' for his time to attack, who wasn't lookin'36 crazy fists, cousin' Abe, Baby ChrisThat and this, nobody gave two shits[Lounge-Lo]Aiyo, I clapped with the best of the clappersRapped with the best of the rappersAnd I snapped with the best of the snappersHold on dog, let me tell you how I be heglin' hackers***** the machine, I rock jeans, can't ***** with slackersKnow them lame ass niggas label, pickers and packersI'd rather stay in the game with them, stickers and stackersThe kid ***** with building attackers, coke pushersDope felons, weed smokers and heat holdersUnderworld street rollers, you know the rigThrow a rock at the heads, who thought the beef was overSee the life, but the streets are colderMomma love, got to watch her back, because niggas heats don't know herBut if it's indirected, it's gonna pop off in one secondAnd for the record, dog, best to start settin' it[Solomon Childs]My voice box of a thousandAnd use for promotional use, for thugs who rep housin'They can't name me, free Tommy Gunns, we pitbulls is arsonBody Brighton, the black mask, I blend in the dark windIt becomes a new line cinemaWith preaches of a project ministerCuz of the bloodshed, he made moviesWifies with attitudes, look, we talk groupiesBust our guns at the storm like big webAnd made an offer to the revThat by any means necessary, I'mma die for the breadFront page criminal, startin' a clean spreadUntil you faggots, see you mutha*****as at the crossroadsWith your heart wounds from me tossin' crossbowsAnd I ain't sendin' no cross codesBelieve when I tell you thatI got cats that'll hit you with the forty and open up your torsoThese permanent red stains on your body like up North PoleReign supreme like I'm sittin' on Egyptian throne[Outro: sample scratched up (Solomon Childs)]"Code red -- danger!" - Inspectah Deck "Protect Ya Neck"(You heard, for real)
