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Redrum Lyrics - Singles - Celly Cel

You got a problem 

With the way I'm doin' my thang? 

I lets my nuts hang 

Then put these niggas the flash to go insane 

Oh, that be me 

Let's kick it 

Just don't pull your check late 

We ride up on you and catch you slippin' 

Checkmate! 

Lie down and best watch out 

Every thang nowadays you can't trust 

Now one of these niggas 

They coulda been paid to put a head out on us 

You understanding' me like I say 

Keep it in the family, man 

You can't miss 

Eliminate them haters and you mix 

Fuck tha world 

Bitch! 

Silkk: 

Be and watch your money 

Nigga all about your scratch 

Everyday I gotta plot and 

Make it 'til I'm on top 

To make my dollars and stats 

On the real 

We big time fuckin' ballers 

Niggas, shot callers 

Lay in 'em drop tops 

Gold thangs and M-40's 

Well you gotta have 

Big paper, nigga 

Just to fuckin' kick it 

Ain't no bitches in the streets, nigga 

This motherfucker get wicked 

See, a multi pet nigga 

But I be TRU to this shit 

First of all, about my money 

Fuck a bitch 

I'm tryin' to get rich! 

Chorus: 

Celly Cel: 

Crept from the bottom 

Man, I struggled all my motherfucking life 

Use to have a razor blade 

Sliced through solid, eh, one 

Why not? 

The only way to get some scrilla 

If you knockin,' then fuck what you talkin' 

Broke ass nigga 

Owe everything in the hood owe thangs 

If you walkin' 

You the same type of niggas 

That hate on everything a playa do 

Always talkin' about 

I woulda done this 

I woulda done that 

Fuck you! 

Wark ass nigga don't wanna see 

They don't get nothing' 

Don't wanna give me no props 

Smile on your face 

When you post-up 

Stab you in the back 

When you need a bluff 

Silkk: 

Well, fuck 'em! 

'Cuz, see, we be all about our payday 

From South to the West 

Bitch, we connect, bitch 

We wreck this like an AK 

I get bang like some hoes 

I get hang like some clothes 

When I get done I'ma slap you 

Like some motherfucking dough 

But if only you blow 

Nigga, red like some rose 

I hope your whole click pick you the bitch 

You like some motherfucking F O 

I'm all about my paper, nigga 

I'm rowdy, bitch 

I'm 'bout getting paid 

So, I'm bout getting rich 

Chorus 

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