| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah.
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah.
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah.
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| Time to get ill, my mic starts to kill
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| Your head is falling apart, and I start to rebuild
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| Your mind, your outta time, I’m out ya mind
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| Like a '74 the heavy metal hardcore
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| Back to the groove line
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| Suckers tried to move mine
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| The seventh sign of death, and death to the peace sign
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| I start to release mine
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| Now you gotta cease mine
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| Shot another brother for holding up the peace sign.
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| I got style, I got class
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| Try to diss me, and I’ll beat your ass
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| I don’t say, I spray niggaz olay
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| Like a '74, homey don’t play
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| Down on the east side, my name is Esham
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| Rollin’through your hood, and I’m ticking like a time bomb
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| Ready to blow up, ready to go up side
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| Another nigga’s head, for some shit, he done said
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| A homicidal killer, with a nine in my hands
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| Now you get to ride in the ambulance
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| Cuz it’s murder
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| Redrum, Redrum Redrum, Redrum
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| Redrum, Redrum, Redrum, Redrum
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| Redrum, Redrum, Redrum, Redrum
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| Redrum, Redrum, Redrum, Redrum
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| Redrum!
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| Dig this, a crazy brother, on a crazy, crazy tip
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| Mother fuckers claiming raw, boy you’ll get pistol whipped
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| Whipping out my mini-mag, fucking niggaz up Bullet proof vest on my chest, now what’s up?
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| Doing it, like a renegade
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| Sticks and stones is played
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| Who’s gone get fucked up, I got a gun, you got a blade
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| I’m taking no shit, Reel Life product is legit
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| Your fiendin’for my tape, like a junkie wants a hit
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| Death is at your doorstep waiting on the one
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| The devil is in the shell, and he comin’out a gun
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| Going off on niggaz, like I just based the pipe
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| Take a nigga’s life, cuz I’m just the type
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| It’s a doggie dog world, and I’m the pit bull
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| And a nigga jump crazy, bite his ass in a minute
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| I’m partners with the devil, taking nigga’s on a hell raise
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| Brothers thinking, I’ve been dead for days
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| Beat your ass up, and leave you bleeding in the gutter
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| You said I was a sucker, your mother
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| Now your dead, with a busted head
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| No one seen or even heard of ya Talking that trash, you get a busted ass
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| No one fucks with a murderer.
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| Homicide is my alias
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| Niggaz don’t diss, cuz they scared of us
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| I’m that nigga that make your nightmares come true
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| I’m not dead, but I’m death can still haunt you
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| More like Jason, but it’s you I’m chasin'
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| And once I catch ya, I’m micin’and acein'
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| Runnin’through your mind like Loki
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| And the reason you don’t see me, cuz I’m low key
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| I’m the Saturday shocker, horror flick routine
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| Showin’you shit, that you never seen
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| Michael Myers, the crucifiers
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| My verse gets cursed, when worse gets worse
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| Comin’to get ya, when I hit ya done
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| Die, and go to hell, and come back as my son
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| Down on wax, with the killer tracks
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| Get so dope, I’m like a pound of crack
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| Homicide is on my side, suicide
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| Tried to get to this side, and died
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| My def jam plays like a boom, boom, boom
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| Sending out disses, to whom it may concern
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| Brothas will learn, I take no time to burn
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| I’ll Murder |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Redrum, artist - Esham. Album song Bootleg (From the Lost Vault) Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп