Popeye - Redrum lyrics

(*talking*) The brick level (you know how we do it) Be quiet n***a (naw I'm saying) (real n***as, linked up) Callio', Nolia (the brick level, ha feel that) murder [Hook - 4x] Murder us now, don't save us for later If we come back, it's with them gats And we gon search the equator, whodi [Mr. Marcelo] As danger approaches, fake n***as scatter like roaches But I roll with them Tuff Guys, so we coming like vaulters Packing them torches, connects from Cali to Moss I get your a** knocked off, and it won't even cost me All for the love, my thugs be busting them slugs Ghetto n***a brick level, leave your face in the mud Chunking what's up, we real n***as straight from the 'jects Put some n***as on a jet, and have em wet up your set Show em my tech, man I heard you had a vest on All shot that hit your block, went through your teflon If you're there you catch one, so guard your hat If not and I miss, n***a I'll be back Believe that, cause can't nothing stop us dog This the Nolia and the Yo, and we above the law When them two projects hook up, we like terrorists So when you f** with brick, you in some serious sh** n***a [Hook - 4x] [Popeye] I got the right to get my route, surround the violent projects So give me my 'spect, holding position for you be twisted getting dissect From my tech, or will tell me they got a hard head Open leave you in broad dead, listen to what the Lord said Thou shalt not k**, but only hear us n***as live on fire And take what's yours of course, we never give on Whoop on a fiend, maybe was short and trying to run game But what the f**, cause n***a they money is how the fun came You son lame, to kidnap my hoe and trail her to you Testing a n***a nuts, trying to see what cell I go through But yo f** that hoe the sh** could be soft, by me and you Big man calling the shots, I bet you be fleeing too If you came through the cut though by seconds, to let you ride fast Here go on through this eye cla**, lay down with your tied a** A ripped up system, I only missed him but twice Murder done took him over, left him shaken like dice n***a [Hook - 4x] (*talking*) See, it's just like shots keep blasting When my bullets come, them b**hes keep mashing Who is you asking, I'm the motherf**ing main attraction And I'm bout that action, my money is stacking Fake a** n***as is talking, but lacking n***a you got the trigga finger itching But I'ma have your f**ing mama wishing, that you never crossed me [Hook]