Redrum lyrics

[Sample]
Yeah, that was the time that I bit that n*gga whole ear off and I cracked his man head open on the train and wild out and sh*t. That sh*t looked like a massacre

[Intro]
f*ck these n*ggas (f*ck 'em)
Yo

[Chorus]
Take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, f*ck it, take the snubs out
n*ggas act crazy and we kill 'em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill 'em
Take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, f*ck it, take the snubs out
n*ggas act crazy and we kill 'em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill 'em

[Verse 1]
f*ck these b*tch n*ggas, some gotta die, it's all basic
One shot'll take a man out, it's not wasted
n*ggas act crazy, and n*ggas gotta go
Shoot 'em in the face, leaves 'em six feet below
I'm all about peeps, I go to war to keep my peace
Why the f*ck you think I keep my piece
Don't ever take kindness for weakness
This Mac-10'll show you just how cold the streets is
f*ck a red, catch a holo-tip heart attack
Let the chrome turn you right into an artifact
Fake use to make snake moves and move cowardly
Now you got your life taken by reality

[Chorus]
Yo, take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, f*ck it, take the snubs out
n*ggas act crazy and we kill 'em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill 'em


[Verse 2]
Play the shadows like Bartolome Moya
If I kill, case closed, no need for a lawyer
I look in your eyes and see lavender
I don't give a f*ck about the depth of a scavenger
Kill 'em, leave they head slumped on the wheel
Throw some work in the car and make it look like a deal
Cameras make it harder to kill
So when you pointin' your steel make sure you guardin' your grill
Uh, f*ck 'em, buck 'em, buck 'em, send 'em home
Shoot these n*ggas up and lay 'em down with the chrome
And they say life's priceless, but your life's worthless
This n*gga gotta go big, go home with the surface
I'll kill 'em

[Chorus]
Yo, take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, f*ck it, take the snubs out
n*ggas act crazy and we kill 'em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill 'em

[Verse 3]
18,000 count cotton, you soft
n*ggas be actin' mad live 'til they got knocked off
Uh, takes a rifle to stop your life cycle
Death isn't jail, your friends cannot write you
Ain't no f*ckin' tellin' what the guns do
But you know my n*ggas study Sun Tzu
I'll leave you with your jewels and your dome
But take your Jordans off so we can put a tag on your toe, b*tch

[Chorus]
Yo, take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, f*ck it, take the snubs out
n*ggas act crazy and we kill 'em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill 'em