Red Rum Lyrics - A Vampire In Harlem - Jim Jones

What Neighborhood are you from ? 

Cause me and get popping over here son, here son 

Keep it tough talking over there bro 

Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga? 

Murder She Wrote She wrote 

What they saying nigga? 

Murder she wrote she wrote 

Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum 

I'm from the city where Rich died and Po did it 

Popping up big broads with the holes in it 

Bitch we hit your ride up, leave holes in it 

on your bitch mind, but this ain't whole bizness 

I could have got you hit when you was partying 

But little niggas got an itch, let me body him 

You know the 44 kick let me karate you 

For me to stretch a nigga out straight Pilates him 

Don't respect the thunder till they see the rain 

You get less for a body than 

with the solar panel 

You can catch me on tv, niggas know the channel 

I told the vale just let it roll 

You know we keep it honest you gotta get your guns 

Bitch let mama tell him get 

cause when I bag this hammer out this nigga better run 

What neighborhood coming from ? 

Cause me and keep rocking over here son, here son 

Keep it tough talking over there bro 

Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga? 

First she roll, she roll 

What they saying nigga? 

First she roll, she roll 

Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum 

You should really look at things from my perspective 

I'll have them shooting out your block until you call detective 

I can't talk about the skels and bones I collected 

But I can name every single movie I directed 

Talk slick on the strip, strip them butt naked 

I pack a 50 some shit is just unexpected 

Cause the alone will run your ass a couple bucks, pricey 

What hood you from nigga, get lone gun nigga 

Mvp that gang, let it bang where I'm from 

I'm out yeah, big boy rolling when I'm in the streets 

Some money sex, money 

I'm feeling really fresh when I'm on the scene 

Ready to run, ready to hide, ready to die, ready to ride 

What neighborhood coming from ? 

Cause me and keep rocking over here son, here son 

Keep it tough talking over there bro 

Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga? 

First she roll, she roll 

What they saying nigga? 

First she roll, she roll 

Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum 

The coop or theon fish bone 

Defecating all niggers got a weak code 

And we all hot headedso we heat holing 

And the gangstas all in 

This gps has them bullets tracked 

How you family gather 

Slick talking, you get murked over 

Transporter like the road runner 

Never hesitate to squeeze em up for sho gunner 

Workingstrip constipated 

Respect the rules and the regulation 

Brain light goons get the regulating 

got a coldest 

Scarface with a hammer, I'm a 

What neighborhood coming from ? 

Cause me and keep rocking over here son, here son 

Keep it tough talking over there bro 

Ah, nigga, what they saying nigga? 

First she roll, she roll 

What they saying nigga? 

First she roll, she roll 

Ah, let them up, let them up, red rum. 

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