(feat. Mikey Jarrett Jr., ShaCronz, Shoshot)



[Intro: Mikey Jarrett Jr.]

Ya know say Mikey there 'pon dem case, Northstar

Ah, family, ya done know, ah

For real, we ready for them, we nah ramp

Ah, ah..



[Chorus: Mikey Jarrett Jr.]

Red rum, red rum, dem all have fi run

You don't want no war, boy, don't make me must me gun

Red rum, red rum, dem all have fi run

If a war to watch you know dem all have fi come

Red rum, red rum, dem have fi run



[Hook x3: Christ Bearer]

Northstar and the R-Z-A

Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum, run away! Run away!



[Christ Bearer]

Aiyo I shot the sheriff but I didn't shoot the deputy

One up before I cocked back the Wu-Tang weaponry

Told him R-Z-A and the North don't play

(Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum, run away! Run away!)

Killa Californ-I-A, we get up popping in the lo's, popping in the tre's

Where it's easiest to get an AK

to the gut, make 'em say "Yup" like Brother J

Point blank with the shank or the stray

(Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum, run away! Run away!)

When I exfixiation those who wait

Perpetuate the murder rate, make 'em eat bake

Pull out the shotti like somebody gotta pay

(Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum, run away! Run away!)

You want the pain? Here comes the pain

Get ya punk ass blasted, all you bastards get slain

I'm full of Remy, Tanquaray and Alize

(Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum, run away! Run away!)

I hit the booth like "kill them with the know

Heads high, it's the return of Death Row"

Lacing up my black boots, Eagle for the fray

(Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum, run away! Run away!)



[ShaCronz]

Listen closely, 'til your attention's undivided

Many in the past, tried to do what I did

Like my beef with cheese on it

That B.K. bullshit, yeah we on it

Ya girl, ya wife, but my dick, she's on it

Twirling around it like she's on a pole in a strip club

In the cold on the stroll I got that bitch up

Five hundred to fuck, a penny to get ya dick sucked

Straight paper, hate haters, get ya click up

Cronz done grown a lot, I'm not a player, I sit in the owner's box

Spit sixteen like I'm roaming glocks

From F.G. to Long Beach, we zip and zone the block

What?



[Chorus x1.25]



[Shoshot]

It's all about that bread, watch me stack them chips up high

Puff that lye 'til I'm so so high

Laid back pushing the six, or the five

Picture me falling short, all them fake dives

I've been known to drop dudes like twice my size

Be in different states with a pretty chick by my side

Chromed out, bet she can't wait to blink out

Clear the place out, look at ya face now

It's the Don so I thought I'd ought to let it be known

Plus take a crack at the throne, I'm holding my own

If it ain't about cash, better watch ya tone

From the East to the West, the zone, and I'm gone



[Meko the Pharaoh]

We splash y'all niggaz with the gift of Gods

Knocking down buildings like my nizzle Snoop Dogg

West Coast analyst, we creep through the fog

And it's an everyday thing like a walk through the mall (run away!)

Northstar up in ya

Murder, murder, death, run away, cuz he couldn't fuck wit her

I see you moving to the rhythm

Like Martin RunTellThat before you fall victim

The world is filled up, envy and lust

Remy and skunk, that leads to people not giving a fuck



[Hook x3]



[Chorus x2]



[Outro: Mikey Jarrett Jr.]

Ya done know say Northstar family (run away!)