E-Motion-L Productions - Code Red lyrics

{Verse 1: ?) I'm representing the posse Banging red on the block So don't date a flag, a white that sh** can get you a shot And don't think we small time, we been k**ing for year's Yo, all my homies up in ? shedding tattoo tear's Now, this is the real G's, We lock you six feet deep But we been making the change cause 12 block's in the street We been raising the crime like its the Mafia days So if you try to set me up, you better multiply the way's Me and ID come quicker than you can hide Cause Indian posse done hooked up with Native pride Now we're getting off cream from the cops on the parole Homicidal, on every corner with no need to lay low So when you come to my hood, just make sure you throw it up If you ain't reppin' my clique, you'll find yourself f**ed up Cause we be banging the color you bleed, I know you ain't f**ing with me You closer than you will see, you got murdered by k**er B's {Hook: ?} It's Code Red Muthaf**a! what! X8 {Verse 2: ?] I'm bringing heat, letting everybody know that Hell's hot I got so many bars that they be calling me cell block Remember your vest, so that we be making a mess The only sliver you'll be wearing is a bullet in ya chest You going to be getting laced like the shoes in your feet You're coming though the game when their ain't no time to retreat So we going let the Pit bull out to come get all ya cats Cause their ain't no seven dogs, we ain't respect no reps So I'mma do this string without no questions to be asking ya Cut ya a** up, remake the chainsaw ma**acre You know when we be coming up, we about win Putting holes in muthf**as, but I ain't no syringe That's the truth it ain't a deal, I'm leaving all you b**hs scared All it take's is one blow to see the shadow is there So take seat and stay calm, while code code red f** milk, I'mma put'cha on the new's instead {Hook: ?} It's Code Red muthf**a! What! X8 {Verse 3: ?} If you ever cross my path, show respect to the red Cause my MAC-9 is loaded and I'm aimed at ya head Make a wrong move, and my gun's go squeeze And hit a red shell, homie, you die when you breath I play the game for keeps, ain't no time for mistakes Guaranteed you going down, hell, gun powder taste Real mean with the gun, while supporting the fiends Been banging on the set since I was thirteen Being a gangster was my dream Now, I'm living the life Burning any white flag on the end of my nine Dough boy's seen the talent He's the structure and malice I'm the king of the streets Sent away from the palace Drug block makes money anyway that we can Cause we rep for Indian Posse like a Football fam 9 millis, AKs, both Gauge and MAC-11s Is my weapons of choice to send an S to heaven {Hook: ?} It's Code Red muthf**a! what! X8 {Outro: ?} This is who we be Straight OG's X4