Redman, red van (ayo, Bans, what you cookin′?)

Redman, murder man

Servin' bands, outta Xans(Ayy, pull up Lam) man down, oh, oh

I ain′t get a 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 the jail so I try

I know a nigga died with a name, couple of his niggas still ain′t slide

All these niggas sayin' 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 one of my pants took some cash

How you know a nigga from your hood told you ain't try to put him on blasts

Man, Terry died in his sleep off fake Percs, I know mans

They come around ′bout bodies, gotta go blame niggas who dead (shhh)

That same day my cousin died, I couldn′t take no more meds

They asked me where I'ma be in ten years, shit, I said, "The feds"

They asked me what I′ma do 'bout Krump, shit, he dead

I went to the emergency room and I seen Pluto on that bed

And they ain′t gon' repeat that shit, I said, "In my head, dead man"

Redman, murder man

Homicide, red van

Shots fired, headband

Man down, man down

Shots fired, was a homicide, yeah, yeah

Shots fired, that′s a homicide, yeah, yeah

Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah

Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah