| Celly Cel: |
| Murder one, motherfuckers call it redrum |
| Doin' niggas in and let them shells pile up |
| From dumpin on these niggas in my motherfuckin face |
| I breaks em off a taste of that Ciggety Cel and Spice. |
| Spice 1: |
| Gettin' it on like Marvin Gaye, I’ll meet you by the motherfuckin dock of the |
| East Bay |
| Kill em off like this, ba-da-ba-ba-ba-bye |
| Them slugs couldn’t spill me, them niggas shoulda killed me. |
| Now I wanna know who they are |
| When I put some slugs in them niggas kill em off in they car. |
| Celly Cel: |
| You see, they can’t fuck around with niggas whos so quick to blast |
| So quick to put these slugs up in your ass |
| They be a hundred miles and runnin when they see me comin |
| Bringin more funk than the pussy on a yeast infected woman |
| So kick the flow |
| You see a nigga stompin with that 'H' on my back |
| Choppin these fools in half with my Mack |
| Spice 1: |
| Mass motherfuckin murder they ain’t breathin' |
| That niggas wheezin |
| Hot slugs got him freezin' |
| Coughin and he’s soundin like he got a cold |
| But hes chokin off that Redrum, whole fuckin body numb. |
| Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum |
| Retalliation is a must where im from. |
| Redrum leave your body numb blast dum-da-dum-dum |
| Drinkin Redrum cause I’m 187 proof… |
| Repeat Chorus |
| Spice 1 |
| Murder in the first and shit |
| Beat a nigga dead body with the pistol grip, playa. |
| Sp-Spice 1 often shoots, kickin knocked out niggas in the head with boots |
| I got my motha fuckin choppa, pop a cap, in your ass cause you can’t stop a |
| Psychopathic motherfuckin nut |
| Snatch all your fuckin guts |
| Leave your ass in a ditch all opened up. |
| Kickin' the tales of the niggas who got crept on |
| Blow out his fuckin brains, cause i was slept on. |
| Celly Cel: |
| Now I’m posted with a chopper in my coat full of Hennesey |
| Fixin' to let my 40 spit out thirty-two when I see |
| These niggas that wanna test a playa swingin' from my nuts |
| Pull my mighty Mack and let the street sweeper sweep him up. |
| The only thing I leave behind is casings on the ground |
| Lookin for the snitches on the block so I can buck em down. |
| I gets my Clown with every round that I let fly |
| Trigger happy niggy in the hood, die nigga die |
| Funk for life, when they smoke me that’s when I’m done |
| So take a sip of this Red motherfuckin' Rum… |
| Celly Cel: |
| Call me the Undertaker, call me the casket closer |
| Fillin niggas up with lead like they fill Shwisher’s up with doja |
| At the graveyard countin' the bodies I left in the mud |
| I break em off, ain’t nothin but buckin' till they spittin blood |
| But niggas dont feel me |
| They wanna kill me but these fools dont know me |
| I rolls them like a blunt, fill em with slugs and bury them slowly |
| Infrared beam gleam, he’s dead on the scene |
| Shot in the spleen |
| Got two in the chest he’s off the scene |
| Its C-Celly Cel and Spice 1 sp-splittin wigs |
| Its murderin' so some of that Redrum come take a swig |
| Spice 1: |
| These motherfuckin nuts if you wanna murder me |
| Harder to kill than your average motherfuckin 'G' |
| Put a cap up in that ass |
| Nigga with a gat thats quick to blast |
| Raisin up outta the funkwith a chrome four four and a black ski mask |
| Killin for the cash, mobbin' that ass |
| When so many of these gang buckshots shatter my glass |
| Mashed on the block and I kept on bustin' |
| Gotta let them know I’m not no Midnarc |
| Put it up in Piznark |
| And let my A.K. Biznark |
| Beitchh! |
| Killin off niggas in the diznark |
| You ever seen what a bullet can do to flesh |
| Just call me Messy Marvin, leaves a mess… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Red Rum , by - Celly Cel. Song from the album Killa Kali, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп