Artist: Celly Cel f/ Spice-1
Album: k**a Kali
Song: Redrum
Celly Cel:
Murder One, Motherf**rs Call it Redrum
Doin n***as in and let them shells pile up
From dumpin on these n***as in my motherf**in 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**in dock of the
East Bay [blew]
k** em off like this, ba-da-ba-ba-ba-bye
Them slugs couldn't spill me, them n***as shoulda k**ed me..
Now I wanna know who they are
When I put some slugs in them n***as k** em off in they car..
Celly Cel:
You see, they can't f** around with n***as whos so quick to blast
So quick to put these slugs up in your a**
They be a hundred miles and runnin when they see me comin
Bringin more funk than the p**y on a yeast infected woman
So kick the flow
You see a n***a stompin with that 'H' on my back
Choppin these fools in half with my Mack
Spice 1:
Ma** motherf**in murder they ain't breathin'
That n***as wheezin
Hot slugs got him freezin'
Coughin and he's soundin like he got a cold
But hes chokin off that Redrum, whole f**in 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**
Beat a n***a dead body with the pistol grip, playa..
Sp-Spice 1 often shoots, kickin knocked out n***as in the head with boots
I got my motha f**in choppa, pop a cap, in your a** cause you can't stop a
Psychopathic motherf**in nut
Snatch all your f**in guts
Leave your a** in a ditch all opened up..
Kickin' the tales of the n***as who got crept on
Blow out his f**in 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***as 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**y in the hood, die n***a die
Funk for life, when they smoke me that's when I'm done
So take a sip of this Red motherf**in' Rum....
~Chorus(2x)~
Celly Cel:
Call me the Undertaker, call me the casket closer
Fillin n***as 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***as dont feel me
They wanna k** 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**in nuts if you wanna murder me
Harder to k** than your average motherf**in 'G'
Put a cap up in that a**
n***a with a gat thats quick to blast
Raisin up outta the funkwith a chrome four four and a black ski mask
k**in for the cash, mobbin' that a**
When so many of these gang buckshots shatter my gla**
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!
k**in off n***as in the diznark
You ever seen what a bullet can do to flesh
Just call me Messy Marvin, leaves a mess...
~Chorus(4x)~