(Otis)
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Yeah,
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It's redrum where I'm from
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come get some,
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from the sick ones,
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broke-ass millionaires and rich bums.
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It's all a matter of how you put it all together.
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We the type that wear skullies in hundred-degree weather
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and never sweat, nevertheless,
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jealous eyes despise the A-X-E hangin' around my neck, check
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but we in this bitch and we be deptermined as fuck,
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like fat kids that be chasin' after the ice cream truck, WHAT?!
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Now here's one for all you emcees that wanna dis,
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next time you think about hatin' remember this,
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I'm out on tour in yo cities gettin' sick,
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so the next time you kiss your bitch you might taste my dick!
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I am the blood that eats your pen,
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I am the sickness that infects your rhymes as you spit them.
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So as you rappers scream my name out,
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I'm makin' your tongue turn black and fall outta your mouth,
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It's redrum where I'm from
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(Chorus)x2
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It's Redrum where I'm from
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Wicked 3-0-3
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And we W-E-S-T-S-I-D-E
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It's Redrum where I'm from
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Wicked 3-0-3
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And we Don't, And We Don't, Don't fuck with me!
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(Bonez Dubb)
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It's redrum Capita of B-yo and it C-tough and it erupts
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And you mothafuckas that think you got us beat but you can't see us, (WHAT?!)
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I be the type that gotta get that paper quick
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And I ain't afraid to put a red dot on yo head and drop a clip, talkin' shit
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Stacks to watch ride off in yo griss
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Grid lock when you get caught in that blood and crip walk shit, biatch!
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I'ma let this be the first time I admit,
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That if you come here you leave wit a pair of bloody open writsts!
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Rest in Peace, no you could rest in piss,
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When I do this shit so sick you think my name was Brotha Lynch!
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It ain't shit
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I'm the grinch that lives inside your bitch,
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and I rob that pussy blind with a nine in my fuckin dick!
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It's the one that was slangin' dope before yo ass ever seen the block!
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So I'ma set it off in yo head and watch you mothafuckas stare at us, and just me mugg and talk,
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It's redrum where I'm from
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(Chorus)x2
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It's Redrum where I'm from
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Wicked 3-0-3
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And we W-E-S-T-S-I-D-E
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It's Redrum where I'm from
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Wicked 3-0-3
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And we-
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I make you throw up
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They knowin' that I'm tore up when I show up,
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With murder braids and shades that's how I stay Juggalo'd up Like shown us,
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Deep runnin' deep when I creep,
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From the 303 to the D I run with killas that neva sleep,
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Rest In Peace,
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Listen to the Preacher when he preach, do when he preach, when he preach, see,
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Too bringin' leaks see,
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I'm the type lookin like 50 seperate eyes
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Out there tellin' my mind,
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You'll never be on my side,
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So Goodbye,
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Click Clack, pullin' it back,
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Not in reference to the Gatt I'm speakin' about my tracks,
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matter of fact,
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I'm thinkin' I oughta take my rap back,
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It's AMB for Life and you can put that on my Axe Tat, BLAST!
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Redrum Where I'm From
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AMB |