Red Rum ft. 38 Special lyrics

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Cause they gonna have to charge me with a
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda
Cause they gonna have to charge me with a
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda
Cause they gonna have to charge me with a
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda
Cause they gonna have to charge me with a
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda

I let my chopper bang, go get the yellow tape
Like 2Pac and Jules, I get it in with the 38
They say I’m hard headed, they say I’m crazy
I tell them hey boy blame it on Brooklyn that raised me
Caine was a sucker, I was a fan of O-Dog
You know I ride…
I was one of them kids who grew up with no father
And me moving like nino when they just got the carter
I’m O.J. Simpson when the glove ain’t fitted
They know I did the job but can’t prove that shit
My money talk for me, my lawyer real good
I said my money talk for me, my lawyer real good

Cause they gonna have to charge him with the
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda
Cause they gonna have to charge him with the
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda
Cause they gonna have to charge him with the
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda
Cause they gonna have to charge him with the
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda

I take this beef thing a lil' bit too far
I was …scarface and let you blow up the car
I would have said go ahead, Sosa that nigga dead
If scarface was like me he’d be living still getting bread
I’m wearing all black, in a all black caddie
She don’t call me uncle, Shawty call me her daddy
She on my choppa, she on my work too
Like keys are from…she was pulling that work, too
If I say hit them girl, watch how she hit it…
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She stepped in a puddle of blood, that’s the new red bottoms
I feel like John Gotti, before he got knocked
I got the boss man whacked, then took the boss man’s spot

Cause they gonna have to charge him with the
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda
Cause they gonna have to charge him with the
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda
Cause they gonna have to charge him with the
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda
Cause they gonna have to charge him with the
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda

You heard about bullshit, that’s a lot cause I pull clips
Pack anybody nigga, I ain’t with the bullshit
I’m in a whole win, four clips, you ain’t there
Bullets that i kill these wolves with, it ain't fair

New 'fif' (.45), old mac (mac-10), right where you post that
Beef to your door mat, gun at your peep hole
Fuck what you heard nigga…I live by the G-code
I’m down for all that, I'm where your mum at
Everybody a victim, that’s why my heart scrap
Ready for combat, new clips, large gats, hard hands
Bulletproof this, camouflage that
These niggas want me buried, it's scary
They heard about the guns I carry, they fear me
I ride around with all the really…dare me
I’m …everything

Cause they gonna have to charge him with the
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda
Cause they gonna have to charge him with the
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda
Cause they gonna have to charge him with the
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda
Cause they gonna have to charge him with the
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda.


Thanks to Robert for correcting these lyrics