Project Pat - Red Rum lyrics

A 44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggers pulled by some young
Niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them
Boys on the weed tip
They found my nigga dead
Face down in a ditch i saw that shit on the
News just the other day
I ain't for singing no blues
I'mma make 'em pay i know them bitches
They be hanging at the Shake Junt
I catch 'em slipping
Coming out and commence to pump
Been led, leave 'em dead on the fucking scene
Throw them out in a steamer
Make the getaway clean i made a block then I
Switched to the other ride
I'm still in shock cause I
Just did a homicide
I executed me some punks that deserved it
They had a warrant for they death
So I served it i gave them tricks a little
Dose of they medicine i bet them hoes
Man'll never try that shit again

(red Rum) most of y'all wanna see
Some blood spilling anyway (red Rum)
Bodies fall
Niggas dying young on this everyday
(red Rum) laid to rest
Must've been your time for you to clock out
(red Rum) had a vest
But you should've had your fucking Glock out

In the streets, niggas die, they got fried
Cause they tried tested game of the man
Who's committing homicides
Suicide, would be better for you fools
But I'll be damned if I don't
Help you out like the "duck, forty" and
See I can
And I'm willing to proceed with a killing
Stick a gauge up your anus, do a crime
Make it heinous
Aim this anger to my chamber
Let a slug through that talk
Cause I'm on a bloody stalk
Putting suckers in the chalk
Walk the walk, get your game
Guns click, it's whatever, nigga
I ain't barrin' shit, so
You know whatever's clever, nigga
Trigger happy, nappy headed
Set it I shall peel some
Motherfuckers cap when I roll
With the shotgun
Project pop one of you niggas
Trying to steal my shit
Fuck with me and mine and
I swear it's a murder, bitch
Yeah, I see you niggas
Mean-mugging on them porches
Unload that thang
Watch 'em scatter like roaches

(red Rum) most of y'all wanna see
Some blood spilling anyway (red Rum)
Bodies fall
Niggas dying young on this everyday
(red Rum) laid to rest
Must've been your time for you to clock out
(red Rum) had a vest
But you should've had your fucking Glock out