[Intro: Young M.A]

Aw man, the squad is here

RedLyfe Pain Gang

You already know I'm happy everybody did they Chiraq

Now the squad 'bout to get on this s**t

And straight murder everything Brooklyn style

You already know n***a

It's Young M.A, remember that b***h

[Verse 1: Young M.A]

My squad is a bunch of f**kas

with no manners

We hold hammers

Better duck when that gun flash,

no cameras

No jammin',

my gun blammin'

Your bullets flying

but not landing

God damnit,

my hands cramping

This big cannon do big damage

Heat on my side,

my hip tanning

My f**ka Danger

keep the grip near him

They shot my man like 5 times

but he's still alive and he's still standing

B.I.P to my big bro from 88 to 09

I swear to god it would be problems

if that f**ka was still alive

Tell these bitches don't f**k with me

I'm not in the right state of mind

Put the Desert Eagle

to his forehead

and make the f**ka have a change of mind

Stop talking that tough s**t

cause you dyke bitches ain't bout that

Heard bitchess out here rattin'

so I had to set up my mouse traps

Blow a stack and I bounce back

Hit me up for that loud pack

Got shishkaberry, got cookie kush

Got white widow, a whole pound of that

F**k a squad, I'm three deep

You got 10 bitches that's 10 sheep

Plus these p***y bitches don't want beef

Cause they all chicken, 10 piece

I'm in Crown Heights, I'm in Bed-Stuy

I'm in Brownsville, I'm in C.I

I'm in east New York where them things bump

If a f**ka die we don't talk, shh

That's Brooklyn f**ka

Them TEC-9s'll cook a f**ka

Turn his brains into pudding f**ka

I'm not a killer but don't push a f**ka

I swear to god I will pull it f**ka

Middle finger to them lookin' f**kas

You say you got shooters on the roof

Well I got shooters in the bushes f**ka

Never ever been a p***y type

But I know a lot of p***y dykes

Your shit's trash, you can't rap

And the engineer should've took your mic

You ain't a thug, you the mushy type

Fall in love and be hooked for life

You the type that'll kill your b***h

If she tried to leave

and get booked for life

I'm really a calm b***h

but the bitches round me is really rowdy

I'm the type if I don't f**k with you

Don't come near me,

don't come around me

This loud pack that we smokin' on

Got the whole car

lookin' really cloudy

I'm riding 'round in that white Chevy

but my next whip is that black Audi

scrrr

It's Brooklyn bitch, that's King's County

bitches hate, don't know a thing about me

Only real bitches I bring around me

F**k your foriegns, I rock Jordans

With a tank top and a Jesus piece

That flashy s**t you bitches wearing

really don't mean s**t to me

I got young boys that'll rob you

For your ACs and credit cards too

With that 380 it ain't hard to

So cooperate or they sparkin' you

I was born alone, I'ma die alone

F**k friends I don't need any

I love money, I get money

I got money and I got plenty

Mr Hayes, when they let you out

I'm right there with them weapons out

You a fake blood, a disloyal n***a

And they gone have to bring them stretchers out

Cause I'm not playing

20 shots, p***y clot to your chest f**ka

You killed my brother now you rest f**ka

Naw, f**k that, I got more to say

I know these hoes ain't loyal

Motherf**ker

I wasn't born today

F**k M.O.B,

I'm M.O.E

I'm just tryna grind and duck the Ds

I told bitches I don't gang bang

but for my bro I throw up them Bs

It's Pain Gang, RedLyfe

Don't f**k with them

and don't f**k with me

This is Brooklyn f**ka,

what the f**k you mean?

[Verse 2: Rell]

I was kicked out

with my s**t out

But I been out

with my pen out

The paper here

when I dish out

I got a thick snout

when that fish out

I want the money,

cars, got the hoes

But that skrilla all on my search route

No growth spurts

but my money sprout

Got a bad b***h with a fat ass

When she twerk

out that's a workout

But the first scout,

I done passed out

With her ass out and my cash out

She opened up

and I splashed out

I done broke the [?], bring a cask' out

I'm the best in it and the last out

I'm the last out

and the best in it

Y'all hiding f**kas bring the mask out

Y'all garbage f**kas

keep the trash out

If you talkin' s**t

you better watch your mouth

Cause your snot box

will get busted out

I don't talk 'bout it,

I walk it out

I'm 19 and my stance strong

My money green

and my pen lean

I'm a damn fiend

for this damn green

Hit the damn scene with the fam,

homies, and the damn team

I been here and I been there

Her p***y wet,

no swimwear

But I'm in there

with my army gear

Can't trust hoes,

don't trust guys either

Just trust yourself

and your f**king figures

I did this

and I did that

Her p***y fat,

I did that

and I did this

And I'm all about my business

And there ain't no competition,

I'm vicious

In the booth

I put a f**ka on the hit list

Dear god

can I get a witness?

I slayed that

and I slaughtered this

Cause I'm a motherf**king menace n***a

I'm 19,

when that light green

She might scream

for that pipe me

These light bars

for that ripe cheese

Homies got bars

for that hype fees

I got loud,

come holler at me

Etcetera,

some OG

A quick talk

for that QP

And I'm out the sky

with a blue dream

Brooklyn where I reside at

Money all in that sty rack

A couple niggas that's OT

If you can't handle,

they'll fly back

Studio, and I'm on beats

No time for me to get sidetracked

In the booth steady going skytzo

I'm working hits with my mind strap

Can't stop me

then f**k with me

Or follow up,

get in line scrap

F**k you and who you f**k with

This money here,

this paper fat

Gotta grind

so I'm a go-getter

Niggas fake

and I'm so realer

Beat war

and I'm a gorilla

MJ and I'm so Thriller

Can't f**k with me,

I'm that figa

You typing scared,

f**ka that figures

I can take your thot, I bring back figures

Flipping musically with a couple hitters

That's [immune?]

to get it with a crip triggers

Gotta hit a nigga, backflip a n***a

Pistol whip a b***h and ziplock a n***a

Go kill a f**ka

when he feeling froggish

Throw me a beat and I'm getting on it

And I'm getting on it

and I'm shitting on it

A bad b***h in my radar,

I'm murking it,

then I'm dipping on it

In the booth spitting

and I'm killing on it

And I'm living on it

Pay attention b***h cause my d**k enormous

And they looking gorgeous and they getting on it

And they only want me cause a f**ka ballin'

[Verse 3: La Montana]

It's RedLyfe, man it's RedLyfe

Man it's RedLyfe, ain't no joke

Rollin' with so many blue 30's f**ka would've thought I was loc

Call my patria up, said I'm heavy up, man a f**ka need that coke

'Cause my boaty f**kas wade, and my Russians need that dope

Stay with that four-five for niggas thinking I'm chucha

Yeah kiate la boca 'fore I hit 'em when I drove by

they shoot any f**ka approach La, you know why 'cause they no lie

If you know La, I don't lie

If I say so you gon' die

I done shipped more f**kas than a boat ride

Done pimped more bitches than Don Juan

I'm pimping right now while the song's on

My bitches don't play, them 30's on

My f**kas don't play, our arm is long

Feeling like Jordan f**ka, this our song

23 hour shifts all night long

Y'all regular f**kas act like shones

That 40 cal gon' take him away

Like a landlord I put him in place

f**ka dead from a pole off the waist

Seperate his head from the front of his face

Take his legs, turn them under his waist

b***h ass feds tryna build a case

Lookin' ass bitches, I'll give 'em DNA

I f**k your wife and I nut in your face