Oh, 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 the 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 that jail, so I try

I know a n***a died with a name, couple of his niggas still ain't slide

All these niggas say that they gang, they ain't even did s**t for the guys

Same way that Pluto died, we gon' do the same s**t to the Y

Gotta eat, b***h I trust went in my pants, took some cash

How you know a n***a from your hood told and you ain't tryna put him on blast?

Man, Terry died in his sleep off fake Percs, not no mans

They come around 'bout bodies, gotta go blame niggas who dead (Shh)

That same day my cousin died, I couldn't tame it with meds

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

They ask me what I'ma do about ****, shit, he dead

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

And I ain't gon' repeat that s**t 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, ayy, ayy

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

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

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