Lyrics:
ounce I'm still high from last night
She's sipping white wine, but she telling red lies
Eyes blinded by the bleeding brake lights
Time flies by something
gotta do?
What a man gotta do?
To be totally locked up by you
What a man gotta say?
What a man gotta pray?
To be your last "Goodnight" and your first
Last night's murder was the third in a week
Here is a look at the recent gun violence in the Central District, the three murders plus a man shot during
4 pint of the red stripe straight to the head-side
One two step let me bop to the best one
On the station bridge by the westside
Bro get the zeg
Oh Jah give I strength
And if a egg, natty inna di red
And if a egg, natty inna di red
C'mon man and if a (egg), natty inna di red
And if a egg,
Last week, this old man I had to blast
'Cause he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't
a free man!
{*laughing*}
[Intro: Remedy (Clocka) {Sweetleaf}]
The warning why'all, this is a warning yo
(Listen up, the code red)
Code red (Yea yea
shayo
Last last
Aucun gaz que des concasses
Les yeux reds, ce qu'on prend c'est pas légal
Pata la fiki du coup y'a pata les ngas
Jfais que Igbo et shayo
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
Come on you reds, come on you reds
Just keep your bottle and use your heads
For ninety minutes we'll let them know
Who's Man United, here we go
A red priest broke into our classroom
Caught us children by attention
Listen closely to the words I speak
Lord knows if I'll ever, ever again be
Wicklow Street, directly across from the college. Her
face is shielded by the red hood but I can tell it is a woman
by her lithe, graceful, catlike
and Carrie was safe
But the "Thunder Child" had vanised forever
taking with her mans last hope of victory
The leaden sky was lit by green flashes
cylinder
and confused, what you do is run, but Bonz might have a gun.
Shit, you're being kicked by Richie Rich.
Stunned and bleeding, you're looking sad, well you pressed
Doin' more than thirty miles an hour
Mad power, heavy showers
That's how I get down
Put the red and white plugs in the side man
That's how you get sound
When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack
That's all - I didn't expect
A kind of Spanish Inquisition
Enters, flanked by two junior cardinals
Cardinal Biggleshas goggles pushed
Over his forehead
sheer red)
Sarāpā
(From head to toe)
Sarāpā āfat-e-dil buud shab jaa.e ki man būdam
(From head to toe, she was a vision to behold where was I last
five four three two one
My mon meth-tical come and get some
[method man]
Playin my position, hot nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
The last silent night
The last sacrifice
Red running over white
Red running over white
Red
Running over white
Red
Running over white
Running red
Over white
the greatest all time?
Where them niggas reside?
I seen all fifty names
Man them niggas done lied
I take the first forty-eight
Make them niggas retire
Last two
Surprised by my timing, the games all mine
Dreaming, screaming, man the games all mine
Inspiration in my lines, they all rise from the crime
My shine, in
raised in a lower middle class family with only one
brother Michael whom I love dearly.
He was five years my senior.
My father's nickname was Red which I
By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood
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