Red Bandana Lyrics

Red Bandana lyrics

not! *echoing*

blackwall street

the game

beach boy

charli baltimore (he wears a red bandana)

rockstar

we are the
black gang

free shye

mother fuckers! (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, fuck 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 don’t get it fucked up/ you aint never bang,
you aint never laces chucks up/

so how the fuck you gon criticize me/ I
aint the reason niggas is bangin the nyc/

makin bullshit threats on the
m.i.c./ I don’t 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 don’t know what the fuck niggas want from
me/

except something for free/ before the documentary dropped, you bitch
niggas wasn’t bumpin me/

and to some degree/ I gotta keep that 4-5th
under me/ I don’t run from beef/

it’s either cock back, squeeze, or be
underneath/ cause im from the streets of (compton)

and my grandmother
died before I was multi/ wasn’t 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 don’t bang/ but back then, I’d 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 fucking 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, that’s 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 fuckers

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 fuckin group

your clothes cant
sell

your shoes are straight garbage

your movies suck!

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 fuck
with me lyrically mother fucker!!!

you gon do one of those sing song
little clucky poppy hooks

you like the rap linsey lohan you fuckin
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 fuckas!

hurricanes in stores december 26th

stop
snitchin stop lyin the dvd in stores december 6th

it’s 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 fucker

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
fuck with the game nigga!

out