Murda Mook - Red Cross lyrics

[Chorus:] Somebody gon red cross Bullets take yo head off Cuz we strapped better lay it off [x2] Laying in the dirt, you'll be better off [x4] [Verse 1:] Laying in the dirt, laying in the dirt n***a caught a mean on for playing with the word I pump from the PM to the AM on the first n***a violate then he ain't staying on this earth Got the block jump'n er'body hustle All hit the club at night, er'body bussing Standing on couch, er'body gusting Yo b**h in our section, er'body f**ing I just want the paper, 40 with the laser Looking like i pulled the Cyclops out the blazer Bla bla, hit a n***a with a head shot Bla bla, we be gone before his legs drop Hit him and be ghosts, no mercy for the broke I'm banging with some gunners, I'm banging with some lopes I gotta couple bloods at that beach [?] He thinking its a joke until he end up in the scope Let it go [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Own it like I want it, don't go in it the house is [?] 6 feet in the dirt with only flowers on it His momma standing by and denying the fact he gone Gonna got his head flown, ended up dead wrong Quick draw my [?], get sh** popping off See rag on my face, load the choppers Mook Don't shoot, I'm the spook who sat by the front door With the chrome, desert eagle, 44 Let me begin by say I'm a gladiator If you don't get that [?] on the planet for later And shot him with that [?] Young wildebeest got eaten by a alligator I'm a lion in the jungle with these Hyena Pigs in branches sending me subpoenas Ditching this n***a, put a clip in this n***a My superman business see the b**h in the n***a I knock yo motherf**ing head off [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Laying in the dirt you'll be better off Play Russian roulette with all my enemies and I never lost I'm [?] like what you bring that 30 for I got the street sweeper for each one a yo dirty floors This big sh**, skip the backup I break a car apart, I call it the reaper snapper You making song bout how you gon hit me after Opened up, inside is sweet... candy wrapper Still got the money in a mattress I'm telly Riley, turn his head to a cla**ic I done supply the funeral homes with so many caskets I should probably pay taxes, dumb n***as with ma**es I strike and make it hot n***as never learned not to play with matches Put a bounty on yo head cuz I napkin Take yo hat off like Rex when he rapping Easy [Chorus]