Red Bandana
not! *echoing* blackwall street the game beach boy charli baltimore (he wears a red bandana) rockstar we are the black gang free shye mother f**kers! (he wears a red bandana) [chorus] on the front of murder dog (he wears a) on the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana) the whole world know (he wears a) every nigga in the hood know (he wears a red bandana) 50 told the nypd (he wears a) why you snitch on me and tell em that (he wears a red bandana) all the pirus know (he wears a) even my crip niggas know (he wears a red bandana) [verse 1] chea chea dear god let me clense my soul/ throw away all the rims and the gold/ o no I cant do that/ do I love god? True dat/ but I got a gun so move back/ im loco like 5 eses in the side of chevelle ridin on low pros/ im a renegade ride with the 44/ been a gangbanger all my life, f**k the popo/ I aint never been a cocky kid/ know they could kill me if they shot pac and big/ but I let my bandana hang/ in the city of angles we gangbang/ I move that chronic and yayo/ way before I met 50, banks, buck and yayo/ ask eminem, even dr. dre know/ I put one in last ten in the range rov/ used to push that rock like jay hov/ you better lay low when the ak blow/ or get wings and a halo/ run to the hood and tell em im the nigga they gotta pray for/ yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah/ I said run to the hood and tell em im the nigga they gotta pray for, lay low and stay low [chorus] on the front of murder dog (he wears a) on the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana) the whole world knows (he wears a) every nigga in the hood know (he wears a red bandana) 50 told the nypd (he wears a) why you snitch on me and tell em that (he wears a red bandana) all the pirus know (he wears a) even my crip niggas know (he wears a red bandana) [verse 2] chea chea im a gangbanger dont get it f**ked up/ you aint never bang, you aint never laces chucks up/ so how the f**k you gon criticize me/ I aint the reason niggas is bangin the nyc/ makin bullshit threats on the m.i.c./ I dont wake up in cold sweats when I sleep/ I live comfortably/ with a red rag tied around the 45 in case nigga try to come for me/ mad cause I started my own company/ I dont know what the f**k niggas want from me/ except something for free/ before the documentary dropped, you bitch niggas wasnt bumpin me/ and to some degree/ I gotta keep that 4-5th under me/ I dont run from beef/ its either cock back, squeeze, or be underneath/ cause im from the streets of (compton) and my grandmother died before I was multi/ wasnt raised right cause my parents was both high/ high off cocaine, my introduction to the dope game came in 85 watchin soul train/ mama told me I was the future, and one day I'll be fly like soul plane/ just dont bang/ but back then, Id do anything for a jerri-curl and a gold chain/ niggas always got something to say/ like they aint never bumped n.w.a./ punk niggas talk shit, but when they need hits they swallow their f**king pride and come runnin to dre/ niggas come to LA when they need to talk/ cause kanye told everybody jesus walks/ bush killed more niggas in the towers then gangbanging ever did, thats why they need new york/ [chorus] on the front of murder dog (he wears a) on the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana) the whole world knows (he wears a) every nigga in the hood know (he wears a red bandana) 50 told the nypd (he wears a) why you snitch on me and tell em that (he wears a red bandana) all the pirus know (he wears a) even my crip niggas know (he wears a red bandana) [outro] yeah mother f**kers chuck taylor o you thought I forgot about that alias huh im going back to my roots g-unit is dead as a staff, a record label, and a mother f**kin group your clothes cant sell your shoes are straight garbage your movies s*ck! chicken little killed you nigga hahahaha *echos* how you like it nigga I took yo style I aint doin no third verse imma just talk to you nigga like you do when you get mad at me cause you cant f**k with me lyrically mother f**ker!!! you gon do one of those sing song little clucky poppy hooks you like the rap linsey lohan you f**kin faggot write 8 bars about me nigga I do this shit all day 50! curtis jackson boo boo marcus snitch black wall street c. e. o. mother f**kas! hurricanes in stores december 26th stop snitchin stop lyin the dvd in stores december 6th its a tell all nigga wait till my movie come out im glad it aint based on my life with that knock off 8 mile shit you could never be eminem mother f**ker you aint lyrically inclined enough to be jay-z, nas, b.i.g. or pac and in the modern day today, tomorrow, next week you cant f**k with the game nigga! out