Sha-Cronz - Red Rum lyrics

[Intro: Mikey Jarrett Jr.] Ya know say Mikey there 'pon dem case, Northstar Ah, family, ya done know, ah For real, we ready for them, we nah ramp Ah, ah.. [Chorus: Mikey Jarrett Jr.] Red rum, red rum, dem all have fi run You don't want no war, boy, don't make me must me gun Red rum, red rum, dem all have fi run If a war to watch you know dem all have fi come Red rum, red rum, dem have fi run [Hook x3: Christ Bearer] Northstar and the R-Z-A Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum, run away! Run away! [Christ Bearer] Aiyo I shot the sheriff but I didn't shoot the deputy One up before I co*ked back the Wu-Tang weaponry Told him R-Z-A and the North don't play (Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum, run away! Run away!) k**a Californ-I-A, we get up popping in the lo's, popping in the tre's Where it's easiest to get an AK To the gut, make 'em say "Yup" like Brother J Point blank with the shank or the stray (Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum, run away! Run away!) When I exfixiation those who wait Perpetuate the murder rate, make 'em eat bake Pull out the shotti like somebody gotta pay (Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum, run away! Run away!) You want the pain? Here comes the pain Get ya punk a** blasted, all you ba*tards get slain I'm full of Remy, Tanquaray and Alize (Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum, run away! Run away!) I hit the booth like "k** them with the know Heads high, it's the return of d**h Row" Lacing up my black boots, Eagle for the fray (Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum, run away! Run away!) [ShaCronz] Listen closely, 'til your attention's undivided Many in the past, tried to do what I did Like my beef with cheese on it That B.K. bullsh**, yeah we on it Ya girl, ya wife, but my dick, she's on it Twirling around it like she's on a pole in a strip club In the cold on the stroll I got that b**h up Five hundred to f**, a penny to get ya dick s**ed Straight paper, hate haters, get ya click up Cronz done grown a lot, I'm not a player, I sit in the owner's box Spit sixteen like I'm roaming Glocks From F.G. to Long Beach, we zip and zone the block What? [Chorus x1.25] [Shoshot] It's all about that bread, watch me stack them chips up high Puff that lye 'til I'm so so high Laid back pushing the six, or the five Picture me falling short, all them fake dives I've been known to drop dudes like twice my size Be in different states with a pretty chick by my side Chromed out, bet she can't wait to blink out Clear the place out, look at ya face now It's the Don so I thought I'd ought to let it be known Plus take a crack at the throne, I'm holding my own If it ain't about cash, better watch ya tone From the East to the West, the zone, and I'm gone [Meko the Pharaoh] We splash y'all n***as with the gift of Gods Knocking down buildings like my nizzle Snoop Dogg West Coast an*lyst, we creep through the fog And it's an everyday thing like a walk through the mall (run away!) Northstar up in ya Murder, murder, d**h, run away, cuz he couldn't f** wit her I see you moving to the rhythm Like Martin RunTellThat before you fall victim The world is filled up, envy and lust Remy and skunk, that leads to people not giving a f** [Hook x3] [Chorus x2] [Outro: Mikey Jarrett Jr.] Ya done know say Northstar family (run away!)