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Red Rum (feat. Max B, Mel Matrix)

What Neighborhood are you from ?

Cause me and get popping over here son, here son

Keep it tough talking over there bro

Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga?

Murder She Wrote She wrote

What they saying nigga?

Murder she wrote she wrote

Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum

I'm from the city where Rich died and Po did it

Popping up big broads with the holes in it

Bitch we hit your ride up, leave holes in it

on your bitch mind, but this ain't whole bizness

I could have got you hit when you was partying

But little niggas got an itch, let me body him

You know the 44 kick let me karate you

For me to stretch a nigga out straight Pilates him

Don't respect the thunder till they see the rain

You get less for a body than

with the solar panel

You can catch me on tv, niggas know the channel

I told the vale just let it roll

You know we keep it honest you gotta get your guns

Bitch let mama tell him get

cause when I bag this hammer out this nigga better run

What neighborhood coming from ?

Cause me and keep rocking over here son, here son

Keep it tough talking over there bro

Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga?

First she roll, she roll

What they saying nigga?

First she roll, she roll

Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum

You should really look at things from my perspective

I'll have them shooting out your block until you call detective

I can't talk about the skels and bones I collected

But I can name every single movie I directed

Talk slick on the strip, strip them butt naked

I pack a 50 some shit is just unexpected

Cause the alone will run your ass a couple bucks, pricey

What hood you from nigga, get lone gun nigga

Mvp that gang, let it bang where I'm from

I'm out yeah, big boy rolling when I'm in the streets

Some money sex, money

I'm feeling really fresh when I'm on the scene

Ready to run, ready to hide, ready to die, ready to ride

What neighborhood coming from ?

Cause me and keep rocking over here son, here son

Keep it tough talking over there bro

Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga?

First she roll, she roll

What they saying nigga?

First she roll, she roll

Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum

The coop or theon fish bone

Defecating all niggers got a weak code

And we all hot headedso we heat holing

And the gangstas all in

This gps has them bullets tracked

How you family gather

Slick talking, you get murked over

Transporter like the road runner

Never hesitate to squeeze em up for sho gunner

Workingstrip constipated

Respect the rules and the regulation

Brain light goons get the regulating

got a coldest

Scarface with a hammer, I'm a

What neighborhood coming from ?

Cause me and keep rocking over here son, here son

Keep it tough talking over there bro

Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga?

First she roll, she roll

What they saying nigga?

First she roll, she roll

Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum.

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