the red of blood i seen it come in 25 shades just your ordinary average homicide days long ago a homie told me yo that crime pays now i m in the hot pursuit i m riding sideways i know my life ain t worth the bullets in your 45 but you ain t hitting me i jump into a sporty dive before you know i got my shank inside your throat and sides 24 s on 84 regal as you was flooring right peeling chrome creeping through the ghetto zone 9 milli milli bang for the metal tome send you back to your mama wrapped in cellofoam you seen the lights of the flashy berretta chrome slice your ass with this hatchet like we tom and jerry knock your shit out get you paid by the tooth fairy when you die you re getting wet up like your bloody carrie tuck your ass nice and cozy for the cemetery when i burry your ass chorus money to my mamma i m sending that corners full of drama i m bending that 24 s on a 84 regal and i m grinding 24 s on a 84 regal and i m grinding 24 s on my 84 regal i m riding down your block with 2 desert eagles i m fixing to save the underground like neo people people there s no equal fuck the sequel this is it a hit is a hit you re about to get your wig split it s the real deal no counterfeit nigga s check my style my paint jobs gleaming my rims is beaming my hoes swallow my semen oops i was just peeing let me retort fuck going to court live in the fast lane cause life is to short hoes quote my rhymes fiends cop my dimes my shit is so clean i only ride when the sun shines read between the lines fucking with mine you lose your mind and i ain t lying nigga s is dying chorus eighty four regal cruising on twenty fours looking for these hoes stop at every liquor store you ain t peep my twenty fo spinners diamond spoke po pos looking at them at red lights and catch strokes i get head while i m mashing on 7 mile and gratiot grip the steering wheel tight bitch i ain t crashing it barry s in the rearview what the fuck again push him out the window pealed out on his head i ain t scared fuck what he talking talking about my regal illegal cause flossing so it s back to the land to get my dime bags not to mention my hatchet to deal with these fags i m back in my home turf southwest where the hoes got they man s name tatted on they chest what you hate me for twenty fours on a eighty four when i open the door bitch what you waiting for chorus 