(Billy Bavgate)
I never been a motherf**ing caped crusader
Motherf**ers gonna hate me when I hit'em with this heater
M-O-B, parkadas, f** milly n***as
You never know when I might roll you up, and smoke you like a philly
Round Philly I do it till its done
Then I pa** on down to my son, red rum
Now this kids get done
Cause livin' in the ghetto, n***as die over a hum bum
My lil' homie lost his life over d**
Smokin' and Drinkin' with the thugs
And only n***as on the block, show them love
So he don't give a f**
Hooked wit da colonel til I die
'Till a n***a stick a revolver in my eye
Catchin Bavgate gettin' wet in a drive by
I don't know (buck buck) ask the man in the sky
Red rum when I ride
When I call up the colonel to come and get me
Before them white folks lock me up for a century
Chorus
[Crooked Eye/(Billy Bavgate)]
If you wan't some then come and get some
(Don't make me empty out the 100 round drum n***a)
Red rum x4
(Crooked Eye)
Where we at, (where we at)
Sausa pull his strap if he dump first
But the amature k**ers didn't know I'm puttin to work
Gave me the reason, commited treason, I wan't his head
Give me his family's b**h, his dogg, or I'm dead
He's marked my cousin
Came through on a sneak with a hit he bust'em
And Lord knows I loved him
Promise his son, I trust him
Heard his last breath, he said rise from my d**h
Then he shook and died, punched the cluck before my very eyes
Tramatized, thats why my head is all f**ed up
I can not sleep, until these n***as are locked up
Red rum (red rum), runnin' wit dis 100 round drum
Huntin the n***as, who pulled the trigger on my closest n***a
Getcha figure, that in this game of pushin coke
It's k** or be k**ed, its like walking a tight rope
Got it tatted on my arm, n***a, written in blood
I won't rest til I put these n***as head in the mud
Red Rum
(Chorus x4)