Must be the chronic that got these nigga thinkin they bionic

They better get the hell of that gin and tonic

Bring the blues I shatter and batter crews

Can't lose don't snooze on the 30 shot

Who's on my my hip when I leave my residence

Get me fed I spit lead and leave u dead like presidents

Shit is silly bust the 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 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 aint scared

of you

My glock erases wrinkles leavin expressions of pain

Can't think with a bullet in your f'n brain

I hop skip and jump bail

I aint goin upstate again

I'm in the alley hidin in a garbage pail

Peep the style of the runaway child

Livin wild, poppin stick like noon now

Ooh child, things aint gettin no easier

My hair is gettin peazier, I'm lovin it don't worry

Be nappy on the regular, live long and prosper

Get yours, love your mom, safe sex, etc...

The streets are filled with temptaion and madd sin

The last thing we need is Saint Ives

Suicide on the rise, everybody think they uzi weighs a tonne

Shit's gettin hectic, too much redrum

Chorus (x3)

Everybody wan heaven, them not wan dead

Redrum

99 bottles of beer on the wall all u need is 2 niggas

To drink them all

And start illin, think about killin a villain on your way to hell, where sa-tan dwell

Can't tell who's good or bad

Who's got love, or who's jealous

Who's sceamin, wh