North Star, Shoshot, Sha-Cronz, Mikey Jarrett Jr. - Red Rum lyrics

Ya know say Mikey there 'pon dem case
Northstar ah, family, ya done know, ah
For real, we ready for them, we nah ramp
Ah, ah

Red rum, red rum, dem all have fi run
You don't want no war, boy
Don't make me must me gun
Red rum, red rum, dem all have fi run
If a war to watch you know
Dem all have fi come
Red rum, red rum, dem have fi run

Northstar and the R-Z-A
Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum
Run away! Run away!

Aiyo I shot the sheriff but
I didn't shoot the deputy
One up before I cocked back
The Wu Tang weaponry
Told him R-Z-A and the North don't play
(Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum
Run away! Run away)
Killa Californ-IA, we get up
Popping in the lo's, popping in the tre's
Where it's easiest to get an AK
To the gut, make 'em say "Yup" like Brother J
Point blank with the shank or the stray
(Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum
Run away! Run away)
When I exfixiation those who wait
Perpetuate the murder rate, make 'em eat bake
Pull out the shotti like somebody gotta pay
(Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum
Run away! Run away)
You want the pain? Here comes the pain
Get ya punk ass blasted
All you bastards get slain
I'm full of Remy, Tanquaray and Alize
(Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum
Run away! Run away)
I hit the booth like "kill them with the know
Heads high, it's the return of Death Row"
Lacing up my black boots, Eagle for the fray
(Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum
Run away! Run away)

Listen closely
'til your attention's undivided
Many in the past, tried to do what I did
Like my beef with cheese on it
That BK bullshit, yeah we on it
Ya girl, ya wife, but my dick, she's on it
Twirling around it like she's on a
Pole in a strip club
In the cold on the stroll I got that bitch up
Five hundred to fuck
A penny to get ya dick sucked
Straight paper, hate haters, get ya click up
Cronz done grown a lot, I'm not a player
I sit in the owner's box
Spit sixteen like I'm roaming Glocks
From FG to Long Beach
We zip and zone the block what?

It's all about that bread
Watch me stack them chips up high
Puff that lye 'til I'm so so high
Laid back pushing the six, or the five
Picture me falling short, all them fake dives
I've been known to drop dudes
Like twice my size
Be in different states with a
Pretty chick by my side
Chromed out, bet she can't wait to blink out
Clear the place out, look at ya face now
It's the Don so I thought I'd
Ought to let it be known
Plus take a crack at the throne
I'm holding my own
If it ain't about cash, better watch ya tone
From the East to the West, the zone
And I'm gone

We splash y'all niggas with the gift of Gods
Knocking down buildings like my
Nizzle Snoop Dogg
West Coast analyst, we creep through the fog
And it's an everyday thing like
A walk through the mall (run away)
Northstar up in ya
Murder, murder, death, run away
Cuz he couldn't fuck wit her
I see you moving to the rhythm
Like Martin RunTellThat before
You fall victim
The world is filled up, envy and lust
Remy and skunk
That leads to people not giving a fuck

Ya done know say Northstar family (run away)