So now you that gangsta tough nigga? What the fuck nigga/ Did he ferget that I was present when he bled it like a bitch?/ On her period, ya I gotta admit, the nigga was mysterious, but in a hoe like way, you know a whole lot gay/ Used to be my nigga, but hey been actin funny/ That's just how a bitch act, when a bitch get some money/ Hoe's be runnin they mouth, there you go/ Talkin about we begged you to rap, now you know that Krayzie fin' ta show you the door, so get the fuck out, but a nigga kept on comin around and trickin us somehow/ So now we here, and I make this mothafucka clear any beef, so any battles will be settled back in the mothafuckin ghetto/ We sing good if you (?) how you feelin good , then you want to deal wit it/ Well this is the time to get this shit off your mind/ Jump and in return get stomped/ And if I pull out the pump, yall niggas gon' be fucked up
-Krayzie Bone-Chorus-
Red...Rum...Red...Rum...Red...Rum
-Play-
(Ya Prime Time, ThugLine, Krayzie Bone, Play n Skillz, Ya, uh) Red...rum...run go get your gun/ I don't care about your stunts or the hoe's that you fuck/ I ain't with that huggin' and kissin' cause I'd rather be pimpin'/ Old school when Pac was flowin'/ Model chicks like Russel Simmons/ And own a few Phat Farms, money stretched raw/ Who the fuck want it now? (Blah Blah)/ Let's get it on/ Beef with me and you gets none, hata/ Have 50 goons on your ass, like the Fed's of Vice City/ I'm not your homie, your friend, or compadre/ What you rap too much and drink, like Spring Break in South Padre?/ Me and my squad stay in the lab, gettin' blunted/ Pockets filled with hundreds, trust me its nothin'/ So quit your games, cause this ain't no toy/ Have ya mom singin the hook ("What happened to them boys?")/ And I ain't the murda type homie, so don't test me dawg/ I got friends in high places that'll get ya dawg
-Chorus-
-Kaymont-
Yo, yo if it wasn't for the flow, I'd prolly wave the Mac/ Cause I'm the same ole' nigga that turned cain to crack/ I played it back, now I'm on the frontline/ How many times I gotta say it? Ya'll ain't fuckin' wit ThugLine/ Actin' like ya'll don't recognize a Thug/ Ice grillin' in the club, wit hate in ya blood/ O, I fergot to mention I'm a shootin star/ And I'ma give you 3 shots like you was sittin' at the bar/ That's how we do it, I'm from Jerz remember/ And my heart can get colder then The Brix in December/ I would hate to have to take down one of you clowns/ And I'ma wear a grenade so muthafucka' bow down/ We are not the same, I want my cashflow/ When I come to your town, keep your eye on your hoe/ But I refuse to holla', unless she's a Dyme or better/ So walk this way, cause we tougha' then leatha'
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Play N Skillz mixtape Texas 2 Da World