作词 : John Lamb/Durk Banks/Leonardo Soares Mateus/Malik Bynoe-Fisher 作曲 : Durk Banks/Leonardo Soares Mateus/John Lam/Malik Bynoe Fisher [Intro] Oh, redman, red van (Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?) Redman, murder man Servin' bands, outta Xans (Ayy, pull up, Lam) Man down, oh, oh
[Verse] I ain't get the chance to tell you I love you, I'm tellin' you I love you now And you gotta ride with your gun every time you outside in the Chi' You ain't never had that feelin' in your stomach you gon' die Don't too many niggas send money to that jail, so I try I know a nigga died with a name, couple of his niggas still ain't slide All these niggas say that they gang, they ain't even did shit for the guys Same way that Pluto died, we gon' do the same shit to the Y Gotta eat, bitch I trust went in my pants, took some cash How you know a nigga from your hood told and you ain't tryna put him on blast? Man, Terry died in his sleep off fake Percs, not no meds They come around 'bout bodies, gotta go blame niggas who dead (Shh) That same day my cousin died, I couldn't tame it with meds They ask me where I'ma be in ten years, shit, I said, "The feds" They ask me what I'ma do about ****, shit, he dead I went to the emergency room and I seen Pluto on that bed And I ain't gon' repeat that shit I said in my head, dead man
[Chorus] Redman, murder man Homicide, red van Shots fired, headband Man down, man down
[Post-Chorus] Shots fired, was a homicide, ayy, ayy Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah
作词 : John Lamb/Durk Banks/Leonardo Soares Mateus/Malik Bynoe-Fisher 作曲 : Durk Banks/Leonardo Soares Mateus/John Lam/Malik Bynoe Fisher [Intro] Oh, redman, red van (Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?) Redman, murder man Servin' bands, outta Xans (Ayy, pull up, Lam) Man down, oh, oh
[Verse] I ain't get the chance to tell you I love you, I'm tellin' you I love you now And you gotta ride with your gun every time you outside in the Chi' You ain't never had that feelin' in your stomach you gon' die Don't too many niggas send money to that jail, so I try I know a nigga died with a name, couple of his niggas still ain't slide All these niggas say that they gang, they ain't even did shit for the guys Same way that Pluto died, we gon' do the same shit to the Y Gotta eat, bitch I trust went in my pants, took some cash How you know a nigga from your hood told and you ain't tryna put him on blast? Man, Terry died in his sleep off fake Percs, not no meds They come around 'bout bodies, gotta go blame niggas who dead (Shh) That same day my cousin died, I couldn't tame it with meds They ask me where I'ma be in ten years, shit, I said, "The feds" They ask me what I'ma do about ****, shit, he dead I went to the emergency room and I seen Pluto on that bed And I ain't gon' repeat that shit I said in my head, dead man
[Chorus] Redman, murder man Homicide, red van Shots fired, headband Man down, man down
[Post-Chorus] Shots fired, was a homicide, ayy, ayy Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah
