Various Artists - Red Rum lyrics

(Billy Bavgate) I never been a motherf**ing caped crusader Motherf**ers gonna hate me when I hit'em with this heater M-O-B, parkadas, f** milly n***as You never know when I might roll you up, and smoke you like a philly Round Philly I do it till its done Then I pa** on down to my son, red rum Now this kids get done Cause livin' in the ghetto, n***as die over a hum bum My lil' homie lost his life over d** Smokin' and Drinkin' with the thugs And only n***as on the block, show them love So he don't give a f** Hooked wit da colonel til I die 'Till a n***a stick a revolver in my eye Catchin Bavgate gettin' wet in a drive by I don't know (buck buck) ask the man in the sky Red rum when I ride When I call up the colonel to come and get me Before them white folks lock me up for a century Chorus [Crooked Eye/(Billy Bavgate)] If you wan't some then come and get some (Don't make me empty out the 100 round drum n***a) Red rum x4 (Crooked Eye) Where we at, (where we at) Sausa pull his strap if he dump first But the amature k**ers didn't know I'm puttin to work Gave me the reason, commited treason, I wan't his head Give me his family's b**h, his dogg, or I'm dead He's marked my cousin Came through on a sneak with a hit he bust'em And Lord knows I loved him Promise his son, I trust him Heard his last breath, he said rise from my d**h Then he shook and died, punched the cluck before my very eyes Tramatized, thats why my head is all f**ed up I can not sleep, until these n***as are locked up Red rum (red rum), runnin' wit dis 100 round drum Huntin the n***as, who pulled the trigger on my closest n***a Getcha figure, that in this game of pushin coke It's k** or be k**ed, its like walking a tight rope Got it tatted on my arm, n***a, written in blood I won't rest til I put these n***as head in the mud Red Rum (Chorus x4)