Body for body, I smell a homi´ You on the top floor, we got killers in the lobby Body for body, pull around, got ´em Point-blank range with a twelve-gauge shotty
R-E-D R-U-M, murder I kill for the thrill, I body niggas at will R-E-D R-U-M, murder A pussy nigga won´t, but a real nigga will
Ayy, Hit I´m pressin´ niggas like khakis I´m active with ratchets, attack you Pull up yellin´ "What´s brackin´, nigga?" I´m back with the ruckus You silly motherfuckas thought it was over ´til that red Rover slid with the slimes in it All this madness ´cause your mouth had a dime in it Long as my Rollie got time in it I´ma spin the block, Draco whistlin´ like it got wind chimes in it
Body outside of his car, but his mind in it I ain´t scared of jail, nigga, I done did some time in it My cousin got twenty-five to life and lost his mind in it Solitary do that to niggas, so I´ma go out A hundred round drums, if I´m surrounded, I´ma show out Impala with the top back, Desert Eagles cocked back Throwin´ shots back ´til my ´nati fitted drop back M12, if it´s a vest on earth that can stop that Bury me a G, put me where my opps at We goin´
Body for body, I smell a homi´
You on the top floor, we got killers in the lobby Body for body, pull around, got ´em Point-blank range with a twelve-gauge shotty R-E-D R-U-M, murder I kill for the thrill, I body niggas at will R-E-D R-U-M, murder A pussy nigga won´t, but a real nigga will
I´m just a street dog, I could kill an alley cat I smell you alley rats, shit your draws when you felt that cap I´m full speed ahead when I´m after that bread When I throw that lead, know I´m after your head Better duck when I dump, blood, you´ll end up slumped Have your noodles messed up with somethin´ like big chunks
Niggas always run they mouth ´til I run in they house Turn that yapper to a fan, start airin´ it out While you sittin´ on the couch, I redecorate In 3D, watch your body separate Have your hands on the floor, your legs on the glass Have your face on the wall like an African mask All the pistol grip pumps with the fifty-round drum Shit´ll split ya wig, have ya screamin´, squealin´ like pigs Ain´t no peace, I´m killin´ all corrupt police Murkin´ everything movin´, snitches, weirdos and freaks
Body for body, I smell a homi´
You on the top floor, we got killers in the lobby Body for body, pull around, got ´em Point-blank range with a twelve-gauge shotty R-E-D R-U-M, murder I kill for the thrill, I body niggas at will R-E-D R-U-M, murder A pussy nigga won´t, but a real nigga will
R-E-D R-U-M, murder I kill for the thrill, I body niggas at will R-E-D R-U-M, murder A pussy nigga won´t, but a real nigga will R-E-D R-U-M, murder I kill for the thrill, I body niggas at will R-E-D R-U-M, murder A pussy nigga won´t, but a real nigga will