[Hook]
Yo, ah
Redrum, redrum, redrum...
Crooklyn and Queens is living fat, and tight, and...
Redrum, redrum, redrum...
Crooklyn and Queens is living fast, living fast
Redrum, redrum, redrum...
Brooklyn and Queens is living fat, and tight, and...
Redrum, redrum, redrum...
Crooklyn and Queens is living fast

[Verse 1: Gravedigger]
I'm flipping, tripping, the innocent blood is dripping
Your hand inside of a tank of piranhas, I be dipping
Stop begging for the cross, take a loss
Yo, murder that n***a [?] he wasn't evil, he was forced [?]
The Brooklyn crook made you look because I am inferior
When I die, my casket needs the Gravedigger materia
I live and destroy a side of my own Brooklyn, Bed Stuy
Or Ga and Ln n***a, to smoke or trap or die
We take trips to limo some bimbos and Timbos
On the DL supporting a rough team like Bo Kimble
From offer Lou and Sax, stand a toe like Larry Mance
I got stabbed and n***a bags in ambulance
So now I'm getting up similar to the Army of Darkness
So when I start to spark this, you're analyzing the mark that's
Not from Brooklyn, one of my mans caught a tan and [?] your [?]
And tripping about the mouth throughout the town, that's if he can
But fiending a gangster n***a that wreck, I putting a dent inside of a Lex
Cutting them things, one of the [?] and gripping on necks with Tecs, man

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tempest]
718 now watch out for the blast
I'm coming in, cruising, cruising, cruise for that ass
Yes, n***a, I brings all the heat
Now come get sweet, cause I'm a fighter from the street
With the Mortal Kombat, I attack, react
Fuck around with this and get your motherfucking cranium cracked
I steam from Queens to Brooklyn, but dough low
Robbed him for a [?] on a mission, solo
So calm tonight, can I take em on a stroll
I entered your mind and then I feed on your soul
So don't try to front hoe before I pop my [?]
[?] up in em with a pump, now you motherfucks a [?] it's us
Now that's what she get from running off the mouth, keep it shut
Smoking that ass feel good like busting nuts
In the, in the city attitudes real shitty
'Cause I don't give a fuck, I'm looking for someone so press your luck

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Redrum]
If you could only see the shit that I be seeing
Your only reason to live would be to kill a human being
We in, Red to the tomb, pass the boom
My mind is in this cemetery, my head is the tomb
And you're dead, I hate when I'm on the corner is chilling
Sick, the reason I can't stop the feeling
You couldn't stop the villain if you tried
The lyrical werewolf could be murder in the night
When in sight, the fright might strike
Beat a rapper down, down, now he can't see the light
There ain't no hope for you now
718, Brooklyn and Queens is [?]
I love to get so mad, I slash you
Bash you, [?] cause of disaster
We represent not hardcore, but horror
Desert Eagle tray pound seven in they sorrows
And I know that you are scared of us
So bust n***a, bust to dust

[Hook]