Red Rum

Oh you really thought that I was dead nigga
Heard you was runnin your mouth to the feds nigga
Talking cheese with the rats, and bread with the birds
Making moves with the snakes, redrum is what you deserve
You look unsteady, Why your palm sweaty
Hey crazy eddie throw em a party and turn his brains into confetti
Or spagetti, Joe Pesci with the machete
Or Jason or Freddy, or even Tommy Vercetti
Oh you be hatin righhhhht
Mad cause im that nigga that your girl liiiiikkkkee
Jealousy is a weak trait
You aint never ran a block, you aint never held no weight
The jig is up, the jig is up, the jig is up
My nigga Hit em up, hit em up, hit em up
You hear them shots ring off better run nigga run nigga
What I say run nigga run nigga
Your life is over, You life is over
Your life is over, You life is over
Your life is over, You life is over
Listen to the 9 mm go bang
Your life is over, You life is over
Your life is over, You life is over
Your life is over, You life is over
This is Red Rum
Look like you seen a ghost nigga
Im like tommy, and kanan mixed with Ghost nigga
Talkin all that shit in your raps
Thought you was a shooter, how come you aint anticpate that kickback
Click Clack, face facts, Nick knack patty wack
Everything pitch black, this the big payback
Position of power, the tower of power
Gunpowder and flowers on your trousers, betta leave you only got a hour
What the fuck is on the floor
Snakes in the grass, watch the lion start to roar
Got them people in the shadows you dont know about
Dont you ass stay around the block from the carryout
The jig is up, the jig is up, the jig is up
My nigga Hit em up, hit em up, hit em up
You hear them shots ring off better run nigga run nigga
What I say, run nigga run nigga