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off fake Percs, I know mans\nThey come around 'bout bodies, gotta go blame niggas who dead (shhh)\nThat same day my cousin died, I couldn't take no more meds\nThey asked me where I'ma be in ten years, shit, I said, \"The feds\"\nThey asked me what I'ma do 'bout Krump, shit, he dead\nI went to the emergency room and I seen Pluto on that bed\nAnd they ain't gon' repeat that shit, I said, \"In my head, dead man\"\n\nRedman, murder man\nHomicide, red van\nShots fired, headband\nMan down, man down\n\nShots fired, was a homicide, yeah, yeah\nShots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah\nShots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah\nShots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.71] Redman, red van (ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)\n[00:03.85] Redman, murder man\n[00:06.68] Servin' bands, outta Xans\n[00:09.14] (Ayy, pull up Lam) man down, oh, oh\n[00:11.09] I ain't get a chance to tell you I love you, I'm tellin' you I love you now\n[00:13.95] And you gotta ride with your gun every time you outside in the Chi'\n[00:16.96] You ain't never had that feelin' in your stomach you gon' die\n[00:19.71] Don't too many niggas send money to the jail, so I try\n[00:22.68] I know a nigga died with a name, couple of his niggas still ain't slide\n[00:25.97] All these niggas sayin' they gang, they ain't even did shit for the guys\n[00:28.79] Same way that Pluto died, we gon' do the same shit to the Y\n[00:31.71] Gotta eat bitch, I trust one of my pants took some cash\n[00:34.80] How you know a nigga from your hood told you ain't try to put him on blasts\n[00:37.92] Man, Terry died in his sleep off fake Percs, I know mans\n[00:40.89] They come around 'bout bodies, gotta go blame niggas who dead (shhh)\n[00:43.96] That same day my cousin died, I couldn't take no more meds\n[00:46.82] They asked me where I'ma be in ten years, shit, I said, \"The feds\"\n[00:49.93] They asked me what I'ma do 'bout Krump, shit, he dead\n[00:52.95] I went to the emergency room and I seen Pluto 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