Oh, 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 the 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 ni**as send money to that jail, so I try I know a ni**a died with a name, couple of his ni**as still ain't slide All these ni**as say that they gang, they ain't even did sh*t for the guys Same way that Pluto died, we gon' do the same sh*t to the Y Gotta eat, b*tch I trust went in my pants, took some cash How you know a ni**a from your hood told and you ain't tryna put him on blast? Man, Terry died in his sleep off fake Percs, not no mans They come around 'bout bodies, gotta go blame ni**as who dead (Shh) That same day my cousin died, I couldn't tame it with meds They ask me where I'ma be in ten years, sh*t, I said, "The feds" They ask me what I'ma do about ****, sh*t, he dead I went to the emergency room and I seen Pluto on that bed And I ain't gon' repeat that sh*t 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, ayy, ayy Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah