Redman

Redman, red van (ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?) Redman, murder man Servin' bands, outta Xans (Ayy, pull up Lam) man down, oh, oh I ain't get a chance to tell you I love you, I'm tellin' you I love you now And you gotta ride with your gun every time you outside in the Chi' You ain't never had that feelin' in your stomach you gon' die Don't too many niggas send money to the jail, so I try I know a nigga died with a name, couple of his niggas still ain't slide All these niggas sayin' they gang, they ain't even did shit for the guys Same way that Pluto died, we gon' do the same shit to the Y Gotta eat bitch, I trust one of my pants took some cash How you know a nigga from your hood told you ain't try to put him on blasts Man, Terry died in his sleep off fake Percs, I know mans They come around 'bout bodies, gotta go blame niggas who dead (shhh) That same day my cousin died, I couldn't take no more meds They asked me where I'ma be in ten years, shit, I said, "The feds" They asked me what I'ma do 'bout Krump, shit, he dead I went to the emergency room and I seen Pluto on that bed And they ain't gon' repeat that shit, I said, "In my head, dead man" Redman, murder man Homicide, red van Shots fired, headband Man down, man down Shots fired, was a homicide, yeah, yeah Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah