Redman, red van
(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin´?)
Redman, murder man
Servin´ bands, outta Xans
(Ayy, pull up Lam)

Man down, oh, oh

I ain´t get a chance to tell you I love you, I´m tellin´ you I love you now
And you gotta ride with your gun every time you outside in the Chi´
You ain´t never had that feelin´ in your stomach you gon´ die
Don´t too many niggas send money to the jail so I try
I know a nigga died with a name, couple of his niggas still ain´t slide
All these niggas sayin´ they gang, they ain´t even did shit for the guys
Same way that Pluto died, we gon´ do the same shit to the Y
Gotta eat bitch, I trust one of my pants took some cash

How you know a nigga from your hood told you ain´t try to put him on blast
Man, Terry died in his sleep off fake Percs, I know mans
They come around ´bout bodies, gotta go blame niggas who dead (Shhh)
That same day my cousin died, I couldn´t take no more meds
They asked me where I´ma be in ten years, shit, I said, "The feds"
They asked me what I´ma do ´bout Krump, shit, he dead
I went to the emergency room and I seen Pluto on that bed
And they ain´t gon´ repeat that shit, I said, "In my head, dead man"

Redman, murder man

Homicide, red van
Shots fired, headband
Man down, man down

Shots fired, was a homicide, yeah, yeah
Shots fired, that´s a homicide, yeah, yeah
Shots fired, that´s a homicide, yeah, yeah
Shots fired, that´s a homicide, yeah, yeah