Texty:
Fifty On Red Never There

full gear, down from the rear Sliced so quick you thought doc, whispered in your ear Yeah, there's too many MC's but not enough MC's Are raw like that liquid that you pour on

's nest But you know who with an S tattooed to my chest But I've innested, now I got the Industry pissy Ever since me and Dre split it fifty-fifty on fifty

snaps I'm on point like Al Sharpton, come peep the M.U. marksman The S-Class is shittin' on your weak Datsun Graffiti written on the Bible, my life

your heart out when they sing Imagine life without 'em, all your radio heroes Like the outlaw that walks through Jesse's dream No, there'll never be another Red

now him and his man is on the floor That's what you get for talkin' shit you shouldn't got me started You motherfuckers never wanted nuttin', but you got it I shit on

heat rash to your camp, left his shirt There now you barely breathin' slow leakin' look at your people weepin' I ain't have to quick draw McGraw you I could Fifty

leaves him there we turn off the tv never forget that night never heard you couldn't sleep hotel window get up to those dark peaks everything would be alright (transparent): there

sent the heat rash to your camp, left his shirt there now you barely breathin' slow leakin' look at your people weepin' I ain't have to quickdraw Mcgraw you I could Fifty

dums Who the fuck wanna see us? Chrome double barrel heaters Mothafuckas better bow when they greet us Red, green an' black strapped on Gucci wifebeaters With platinum paint jobs on