Spice 1 - Redrum lyrics

Artist: Celly Cel f/ Spice-1 Album: k**a Kali Song: Redrum Celly Cel: Murder One, Motherf**rs Call it Redrum Doin n***as in and let them shells pile up From dumpin on these n***as in my motherf**in face I breaks em off a taste of that Ciggety Cel and Spice.. Spice 1: Gettin' it on like Marvin Gaye, I'll meet you by the motherf**in dock of the East Bay [blew] k** em off like this, ba-da-ba-ba-ba-bye Them slugs couldn't spill me, them n***as shoulda k**ed me.. Now I wanna know who they are When I put some slugs in them n***as k** em off in they car.. Celly Cel: You see, they can't f** around with n***as whos so quick to blast So quick to put these slugs up in your a** They be a hundred miles and runnin when they see me comin Bringin more funk than the p**y on a yeast infected woman So kick the flow You see a n***a stompin with that 'H' on my back Choppin these fools in half with my Mack Spice 1: Ma** motherf**in murder they ain't breathin' That n***as wheezin Hot slugs got him freezin' Coughin and he's soundin like he got a cold But hes chokin off that Redrum, whole f**in body numb.. ~Chorus~: Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum Retalliation is a must where im from.. Redrum leave your body numb blast dum-da-dum-dum Drinkin Redrum cause I'm 187 proof.... Repeat Chorus Spice 1 [Blaaaw] Murder in the first and sh** Beat a n***a dead body with the pistol grip, playa.. Sp-Spice 1 often shoots, kickin knocked out n***as in the head with boots I got my motha f**in choppa, pop a cap, in your a** cause you can't stop a Psychopathic motherf**in nut Snatch all your f**in guts Leave your a** in a ditch all opened up.. Kickin' the tales of the n***as who got crept on Blow out his f**in brains, cause i was slept on.. Celly Cel: Now I'm posted with a chopper in my coat full of Hennesey Fixin' to let my 40 spit out thirty-two when I see These n***as that wanna test a playa swingin' from my nuts Pull my mighty Mack and let the street sweeper sweep him up.. The only thing I leave behind is casings on the ground Lookin for the snitches on the block so I can buck em down.. I gets my Clown with every round that I let fly Trigger happy n**y in the hood, die n***a die Funk for life, when they smoke me that's when I'm done So take a sip of this Red motherf**in' Rum.... ~Chorus(2x)~ Celly Cel: Call me the Undertaker, call me the casket closer Fillin n***as up with lead like they fill Shwisher's up with doja At the graveyard countin' the bodies I left in the mud I break em off, ain't nothin but buckin' till they spittin blood But n***as dont feel me They wanna k** me but these fools dont know me I rolls them like a blunt, fill em with slugs and bury them slowly Infrared beam gleam, he's dead on the scene Shot in the spleen Got two in the chest he's off the scene Its C-Celly Cel and Spice 1 sp-splittin wigs Its murderin' so some of that Redrum come take a swig [Blaaaw] Spice 1: These motherf**in nuts if you wanna murder me Harder to k** than your average motherf**in 'G' Put a cap up in that a** n***a with a gat thats quick to blast Raisin up outta the funkwith a chrome four four and a black ski mask k**in for the cash, mobbin' that a** When so many of these gang buckshots shatter my gla** Mashed on the block and I kept on bustin' Gotta let them know I'm not no Midnarc Put it up in Piznark And let my A.K. Biznark Beitchh! k**in off n***as in the diznark You ever seen what a bullet can do to flesh Just call me Messy Marvin, leaves a mess... ~Chorus(4x)~