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celly cel - redrum كلمات الأغنية

featuring spice 1]
celly cel:
murder one motherf-ckrs call it redrum
doin n-gg-z in and let them sh-lls pile up
from dumpin on these n-gg-s in my motherf-ckin 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-ckin dock
of the
east bay [blew]
kill em off like this ba da ba ba ba bye
them slugs couldnt spill me them n-gg-z shoulda killed me.
now i wanna know who they are,
when i put some slugs in them n-gg-z kill em off in they car.
celly cel:
you see, they can’t f-ck around with n-gg-s whos so quick to blast,
so quick to put these slugs up in your -ss
they be a hundred miles and runnin when they see me comin,
bringin more funk than the p-ssy on a yeast infected woman
so kick the flow,
you see a n-gg- stompin with that ‘h’ on my back
choppin these fools in half with my mack
spice 1:
m-ss motherf-ckin murder they aint breathin’,
that n-gg-s wheezin,
hot slugs got him freezin’
coughin and he’s soundin like he got a cold,
but he’s chokin off that redrum, whole f-ckin 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-t,
beat a n-gg- dead body with the pistol grip, playa.
sp-spice 1 often shoots, kickin knocked out n-gg-s in the head with
boots
i got my motha f-ckin choppa, pop a cap, in your -ss cause you can’t
stop a
psychopathic motherf-ckin nut,
sn-tch all your f-ckin guts,
leave your -ss in a ditch all opened up.
kickin’ the tales of the n-gg-z who got crept on,
blow out his f-ckin 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-gg-s 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 niggy in the hood, die n-gg- die
funk for life, when they smoke me that’s when i’m done,
so take a sip of this red motherf-ckin’ rum…
~chorus(2x)~
celly cel:
call me the undertaker, call me the casket closer,
fillin n-gg-s 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-gg-s don’t feel me,
they wanna kill me but these fools don’t 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,
it’s c-celly cel and spice 1 sp-splittin wigs,
it’s murderin’ so some of that redrum come take a swig.
[blaaaw]
spice 1:
these motherf-ckin nuts if you wanna murder me
harder to kill than your average motherf-ckin ‘g’
put a cap up in that -ss,
n-gg- with a gat that’s quick to blast,
raisin up outta the funkwith a chrome four four and a black ski mask,
killin for the cash, mobbin’ that -ss,
when so many of these gang buckshots shatter my gl-ss,
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!
killin off n-gg-s in the diznark
you ever seen what a bullet can do to flesh
just call me messy marvin, leaves a mess…
~chorus(4x

- celly cel

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