Redrum lyrics

Celly Cel:
Murder one, motherf*ckers call it redrum
Doin' n*ggas in and let them shells pile up
From dumpin on these n*ggas in my motherf*ckin 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 motherf*ckin dock of the
East Bay [blew]
Kill em off like this, ba-da-ba-ba-ba-bye
Them slugs couldn't spill me, them n*ggas shoulda killed me..
Now I wanna know who they are
When I put some slugs in them n*ggas kill em off in they car..

Celly Cel:

You see, they can't f*ck around with n*ggas 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 pus*y on a yeast infected woman
So kick the flow
You see a n*gga stompin with that 'H' on my back
Choppin these fools in half with my Mack

Spice 1:
Mass motherf*ckin murder they ain't breathin'
That n*ggas wheezin
Hot slugs got him freezin'
Coughin and he's soundin like he got a cold
But hes chokin off that Redrum, whole f*ckin 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 sh*t
Beat a n*gga dead body with the pistol grip, playa..
Sp-Spice 1 often shoots, kickin knocked out n*ggas in the head with boots
I got my motha f*ckin choppa, pop a cap, in your ass cause you can't stop a
Psychopathic motherf*ckin nut
Snatch all your f*ckin guts
Leave your ass in a ditch all opened up..
Kickin' the tales of the n*ggas who got crept on
Blow out his f*ckin 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggy in the hood, die n*gga die
Funk for life, when they smoke me that's when I'm done
So take a sip of this Red motherf*ckin' Rum....

~Chorus(2x)~

Celly Cel:

Call me the Undertaker, call me the casket closer
Fillin n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 motherf*ckin nuts if you wanna murder me
Harder to kill than your average motherf*ckin 'G'
Put a cap up in that ass
n*gga 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 n*ggas in the diznark
You ever seen what a bullet can do to flesh
Just call me Messy Marvin, leaves a mess...

~Chorus(4x)~