Testo Redrum - Nine
Testo della canzone Redrum (Nine), tratta dall'album Nine Livez
Must be the chronic
That got these niggas thinkin' they bionic
They better get the hell off that gin and tonic
Bring the blues, I shatter in batter crews
Can't lose, bad news, don't snooze
On the thirty shot Uz on my hip when I leave my residence
Keep me fed, I spit lead, leave you dead like presidents
Shit is silly, bust a sequel
I'm runnin' from the cops and still gotta watch for my own people
Stress leads me down the path of redrum
Smart enough to get some, mad enough, take some
Want some, need some, fuck around and bleed some
Don't get dumb, I'll beat that ass like a drum
Hostility is buildin' on a daily basis
Sick of all the nonsense, save the mean faces
I ain't scared of you, my Glock erases wrinkles
Leavin' expressions of pain
Can't think with a bullet in your effin' brain
I hop, skip and jump bail
I ain't goin' upstate again
I'm in the alley hidin' in the garbage pail
Peep the style of the runaway child
Livin' wild, pockets thick like new now, who, child?
Things ain't gettin' no better or easier
My hair is gettin' peezy-er, I'm lovin' it
Don't worry, be nappy on the regular
Live long and prosper, get yours, love your mom
Safe sex, etcetera
The streets are filled with temptation and mad sin
The last thing we need is Saint Ives suicide
On the rise, everybody think they Uzi weighs a ton
Shit's gettin' hectic, too much redrum
Everybody want Heaven, them nah want death
Redrum
Everybody want Heaven, them nah want death
Redrum
Everybody want Heaven, them nah want death
Redrum
Everybody want Heaven, them nah want death
Redrum
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall
All you need is two niggas to drink them all
And start illin', think about killin' a villain
On your way to Hell where Satan dwell
Can't tell who's good or bad, who got love or who's jel
Who's schemin', who's the angel, who's the demon
Who's the nigga fiendin'?
Mass confusion, no illusion
Brothers cruisin' with the shotty, lody-dody
They came to party
Ready to lick shots like lollipops on blocks
It's hot, anybody can get shot, even cops
When it rains, it pours, bullets have no name
It puts a strain on my brain as I try to maintain
It's drivin' me crazy but I can walk from here
I feel close to insane, I gots no fear
My mental is scrambled like eggs
It fucks me up every time I see a black man when he begs
Washin' windows, tap dancin', prancin', struttin'
And most the time people give his ass nothin'
A quarter here, a quarter there, now you know why we murder
Bein' homeless to me is unheard of
I'll do whatever I gotta do
And if I got knocked, at least I got three hots and a cot, true
But jail cells are full with niggas every day, every day
It gotta be a better way to make it is easy
To keep it is the hard shit
You need some lessons to move on up like the Jeffersons
Some name tech set next to get respect
Wear Rolex, drive a fat Lex around the projects
Flexin' and plexin' until they catch a dum-dum slug
Shit is bugged on the streets, too much redrum
Everybody want Heaven, them nah want death
Redrum
Everybody want Heaven, them nah want death
Redrum
Everybody want Heaven, them nah want death
Redrum
Everybody want Heaven, them nah want death
Redrum
Everybody want Heaven, them nah want death
Redrum
Everybody want Heaven, them nah want death
Redrum
Everybody want Heaven, them nah want death
Redrum
Everybody want Heaven, them nah want death
Redrum
Everybody want Heaven
Redrum
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Writer(s): Derrick C. Keyes, Tony Stoute
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