Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Rum, artist - Project Pat. Album song Murderers & Robbers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.07.2000
Record label: Project
Song language: English
Red Rum |
| A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life |
| Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white |
| He used to fuck with them boys on the weed tip |
| They found my nigga dead, face down in a ditch |
| I saw that shit on the news just the other day |
| I ain’t for singing no blues, I’mma make 'em pay |
| I know them bitches, they be hanging at the Shake Junt |
| I catch 'em slipping, coming out and commence to pump |
| Been led, leave 'em dead on the fucking scene |
| Throw them out in a steamer, make the getaway clean |
| I made a block then I switched to the other ride |
| I’m still in shock cause I just did a homicide |
| I executed me some punks that deserved it |
| They had a warrant for they death, so I served it |
| I gave them tricks a little dose of they medicine |
| I bet them hoes, man’ll never try that shit again |
| (red Rum!) |
| Most of y’all wanna see some blood spilling anyway |
| (red Rum!) |
| Bodies fall, niggas dying young on this everyday |
| (red Rum!) |
| Laid to rest, must’ve been your time for you to clock out |
| (red Rum!) |
| Had a vest, but you should’ve had your fucking Glock out |
| In the streets, niggas die, they got fried, cause they tried |
| Tested game of the man who’s committing homicides |
| Suicide, would be better for you fools |
| But I’ll be damned if I don’t |
| Help you out like the «duck, forty» and, see I can |
| And I’m willing to proceed with a killing |
| Stick a gauge up your anus, do a crime, make it heinous |
| Aim this anger to my chamber, let a slug through that talk |
| Cause I’m on a bloody stalk, putting suckers in the chalk |
| Walk the walk, get your game, guns click, it’s whatever, nigga |
| I ain’t barrin' shit, so you know whatever’s clever, nigga |
| Trigger-happy, nappy-headed, set it; |
| I shall peel some |
| Motherfuckers cap when I roll with the shotgun |
| Project pop one of you niggas trying to steal my shit |
| Fuck with me and mine and I swear it’s a murder, bitch |
| Yeah, I see you niggas mean-mugging on them porches |
| Unload that thang, watch 'em scatter like roaches |
| (red Rum!) |
| Most of y’all wanna see some blood spilling anyway |
| (red Rum!) |
| Bodies fall, niggas dying young on this everyday |
| (red Rum!) |
| Laid to rest, must’ve been your time for you to clock out |
| (red Rum!) |
| Had a vest, but you should’ve had your fucking Glock out |