[Featuring Spice 1]
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Celly Cel:
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Murder One Motherfuckrs Call it Redrum
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doin niggaz in and let them shells pile up
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from dumpin on these niggas in my motherfuckin face
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I breaks em off a taste of that Ciggety Cel and Spice..
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Spice 1:
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Gettin' it on like Marvin Gaye I'll meet you by the motherfuckin dock
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of the
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East Bay [blew]
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Kill em off like this ba da ba ba ba bye
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them slugs couldnt spill me them niggaz shoulda killed me..
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Now I wanna know who they are,
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when I put some slugs in them niggaz kill em off in they car..
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Celly Cel:
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You see, they cant fuck around with niggas whos so quick to blast,
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so quick to put these slugs up in your ass
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They be a hundred miles and runnin when they see me comin,
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bringin more funk than the pussy on a yeast infected woman
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So kick the flow,
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you see a nigga stompin with that 'H' on my back
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choppin these fools in half with my Mack
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Spice 1:
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Mass motherfuckin murder they aint breathin',
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that niggas wheezin,
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hot slugs got him freezin'
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Coughin and he's soundin like he got a cold,
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but hes chokin off that Redrum, whole fuckin body numb..
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~Chorus~:
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Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
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Retalliation is a must where im from..
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Redrum leave your body numb blast dum-da-dum-dum
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drinkin Redrum cause I'm 187 proof....
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Repeat Chorus
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Spice 1
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[Blaaaw]
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Murder in the first and shit,
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beat a nigga dead body with the pistol grip, playa..
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Sp-Spice 1 often shoots, kickin knocked out niggas in the head with
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boots
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I got my motha fuckin choppa, pop a cap, in your ass cause you cant
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stop a
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psychopathic motherfuckin nut,
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snatch all your fuckin guts,
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leave your ass in a ditch all opened up..
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Kickin' the tales of the niggaz who got crept on,
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blow out his fuckin brains, cause i was slept on..
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Celly Cel:
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Now I'm posted with a chopper in my coat full of Hennesey,
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fixin' to let my 40 spit out thirty-two when I see,
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these niggas that wanna test a playa swingin' from my nuts,
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pull my mighty Mack and let the street sweeper sweep him up..
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The only thing I leave behind is casings on the ground,
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Lookin for the snitches on the block so I can buck em down..
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I gets my Clown with every round that I let fly,
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trigger happy niggy in the hood, die nigga die
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funk for life, when they smoke me that's when I'm done,
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so take a sip of this Red motherfuckin' Rum....
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~Chorus(2x)~
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Celly Cel:
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Call me the Undertaker, call me the casket closer,
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fillin niggas up with lead like they fill Shwisher's up with doja,
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at the graveyard countin' the bodies I left in the mud,
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I break em off, ain't nothin but buckin' till they spittin blood,
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but niggas dont feel me,
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they wanna kill me but these fools dont know me,
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I rolls them like a blunt, fill em with slugs and bury them slowly
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Infrared beam gleam, he's dead on the scene,
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shot in the spleen,
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got two in the chest he's off the scene,
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Its C-Celly Cel and Spice 1 sp-splittin wigs,
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its murderin' so some of that Redrum come take a swig.
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[Blaaaw]
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Spice 1:
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These motherfuckin nuts if you wanna murder me
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harder to kill than your average motherfuckin 'G'
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put a cap up in that ass,
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nigga with a gat thats quick to blast,
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raisin up outta the funkwith a chrome four four and a black ski mask,
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killin for the cash, mobbin' that ass,
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when so many of these gang buckshots shatter my glass,
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mashed on the block and I kept on bustin'
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Gotta let them know I'm not no Midnarc
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Put it up in Piznark
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And let my A.K. Biznark
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Beitchh!
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Killin off niggas in the diznark
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You ever seen what a bullet can do to flesh
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just call me Messy Marvin, leaves a mess...
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~Chorus(4x)~
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Redrum
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Celly Cel |