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Текст (слова) песни: Celly Cel f Spice-1 - Killa Kali

Celly Cel:

Murder One, Motherfuckrs Call it Redrum
doin niggaz in and let them shells pile up
from dumpin on these niggas in my motherfuckin face
I breaks em off a taste of that Ciggety Cel and Spice..

Spice 1:

Gettin` it on like Marvin Gaye, I`ll meet you by the motherfuckin dock of the
East Bay [blew]
Kill em off like this, ba-da-ba-ba-ba-bye,
them slugs couldnt spill me, them niggaz shoulda killed me..
Now I wanna know who they are,
when I put some slugs in them niggaz kill em off in they car..

Celly Cel:

You see, they cant fuck around with niggas whos so quick to blast,
so quick to put these slugs up in your ass
They be a hundred miles and runnin when they see me comin,
bringin more funk than the pussy on a yeast infected woman
So kick the flow,
you see a nigga stompin with that `H` on my back
choppin these fools in half with my Mack

Spice 1:

Mass motherfuckin murder they aint breathin`,
that niggas wheezin,
hot slugs got him freezin`
Coughin and he`s soundin like he got a cold,
but hes chokin off that Redrum, whole fuckin body numb..

~Chorus~:
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Retalliation is a must where im from..
Redrum leave your body numb blast dum-da-dum-dum
drinkin Redrum cause I`m 187 proof....

Repeat Chorus

Spice 1

[Blaaaw]
Murder in the first and shit,
beat a nigga dead body with the pistol grip, playa..
Sp-Spice 1 often shoots, kickin knocked out niggas in the head with boots
I got my motha fuckin choppa, pop a cap, in your ass cause you cant stop a
psychopathic motherfuckin nut,
snatch all your fuckin guts,
leave your ass in a ditch all opened up..
Kickin` the tales of the niggaz who got crept on,
blow out his fuckin brains, cause i was slept on..

Celly Cel:

Now I`m posted with a chopper in my coat full of Hennesey,
fixin` to let my 40 spit out thirty-two when I see,
these niggas that wanna test a playa swingin` from my nuts,
pull my mighty Mack and let the street sweeper sweep him up..
The only thing I leave behind is casings on the ground,
Lookin for the snitches on the block so I can buck em down..
I gets my Clown with every round that I let fly,
trigger happy niggy in the hood, die nigga die
funk for life, when they smoke me that`s when I`m done,
so take a sip of this Red motherfuckin` Rum....

~Chorus(2x)~

Celly Cel:

Call me the Undertaker, call me the casket closer,
fillin niggas up with lead like they fill Shwisher`s up with doja,
at the graveyard countin` the bodies I left in the mud,
I break em off, ain`t nothin but buckin` till they spittin blood,
but niggas dont feel me,
they wanna kill me but these fools dont know me,
I rolls them like a blunt, fill em with slugs and bury them slowly
Infrared beam gleam, he`s dead on the scene,
shot in the spleen,
got two in the chest he`s off the scene,
Its C-Celly Cel and Spice 1 sp-splittin wigs,
its murderin` so some of that Redrum come take a swig.
[Blaaaw]

Spice 1:

These motherfuckin nuts if you wanna murder me
harder to kill than your average motherfuckin `G`
put a cap up in that ass,
nigga with a gat thats quick to blast,
raisin up outta the funkwith a chrome four four and a black ski mask,
killin for the cash, mobbin` that ass,
when so many of these gang buckshots shatter my glass,
mashed on the block and I kept on bustin`
Gotta let them know I`m not no Midnarc

 

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