Redrum lyrics

Artist  : Celly Cel 
Song : Redrum



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[Featuring Spice 1]
Celly Cel:
Murder One
Motherfuckrs Call it Redrum
doin niggaz 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 [blew]
Kill em off like this ba da ba ba
ba bye
them slugs couldnt spill me them niggaz
shoulda killed me..
Now I wanna know who they
are,
when I put some slugs in them niggaz kill
em off in they car..
Celly Cel:
You see,
they cant 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
aint 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..
~Chorus~:
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
[Blaaaw]
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 cant
stop a
psychopathic
motherfuckin nut,
snatch all your fuckin
guts,
leave your ass in a ditch all opened
up..
Kickin' the tales of the niggaz 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....
~Chorus(2x)~
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.
[Blaaaw]
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...
~Chorus(4x)~