Red Rum - Celly Cel, Spice 1

Celly Cel:

Murder one, motherfuckers call it redrum

Doin' niggas in and let them shells pile up

From dumpin on these niggas in my motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin dock of the

East Bay

Kill em off like this, ba-da-ba-ba-ba-bye

Them slugs couldn’t spill me, them niggas shoulda killed me.

Now I wanna know who they are

When I put some slugs in them niggas kill em off in they car.

Celly Cel:

You see, they can’t fuck around with niggas whos so quick to blast

So quick to put these slugs up in your ass

They be a hundred miles and runnin when they see me comin

Bringin more funk than the pussy on a yeast infected woman

So kick the flow

You see a nigga stompin with that 'H' on my back

Choppin these fools in half with my Mack

Spice 1:

Mass motherfuckin murder they ain’t breathin'

That niggas wheezin

Hot slugs got him freezin'

Coughin and he’s soundin like he got a cold

But hes chokin off that Redrum, whole fuckin body numb.

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

Murder in the first and shit

Beat a nigga dead body with the pistol grip, playa.

Sp-Spice 1 often shoots, kickin knocked out niggas in the head with boots

I got my motha fuckin choppa, pop a cap, in your ass cause you can’t stop a

Psychopathic motherfuckin nut

Snatch all your fuckin guts

Leave your ass in a ditch all opened up.

Kickin' the tales of the niggas who got crept on

Blow out his fuckin 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 niggas 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 nigga die

Funk for life, when they smoke me that’s when I’m done

So take a sip of this Red motherfuckin' Rum…

Celly Cel:

Call me the Undertaker, call me the casket closer

Fillin niggas 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 niggas dont feel me

They wanna kill 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

Spice 1:

These motherfuckin nuts if you wanna murder me

Harder to kill than your average motherfuckin 'G'

Put a cap up in that ass

Nigga with a gat thats quick to blast

Raisin up outta the funkwith a chrome four four and a black ski mask

Killin for the cash, mobbin' that ass

When so many of these gang buckshots shatter my glass

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 niggas in the diznark

You ever seen what a bullet can do to flesh

Just call me Messy Marvin, leaves a mess…