[Instrumental vocal loop - tech n9ne]

Some gangsta's wanna head blast, cuz I run with the red rags

[Intro - tech n9ne]

Free uno ace capone.

The homie keith fudge, I got your back homie

Lets go!

[Hook - tech n9ne]

Crew, su-wu

Nigga that's what we do

Who, be you

If you want funk me too

[Verse 1 - tech n9ne]

I'm bool as a bubumber

Laces in my shoes makin you wonder

Am I gonna act a fool or bring your crew thunder

Thinkin I pack the tool don't wanna use on her

I ain't trippin when the old days got my mind glitchin

Like different signs that ain't my kind got they 9's whistlin

Like a nigga wanna find this and strip clips till my wines drippin

But nobody wanna do no crime they just talkin about rhyme spittin

When I'm at the movies, careful how you steppin to me

Cause I think who's starin at me wanna do me

Cause im flamed up and soo woo-ey

Dead crash, my head's bad

Cause I be thinking some gangstas wanna head blast

Cause I run with the red rags

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - kutt calhoun]

I'm a motherfucking animal, red devil, tasmanian

Bangins' in my cranium, deuce click and five claimin it

Kansas city thang, from two clips at my range is bandana dangerous

You's crip when I'm sayin' it?

It's soo-woo business, then yous through nigga

Blood? I don't give a fuck if I knew you nigga

That's that 85 mentality, victim of your reality

Catchin, pumpin' that 7-11 in your fatalities

It's another nigga's wake-up, smoke water and drank up

Heavenly, blocks flames from 20's to the seventies

It's ballers tuckin' fed cash, to get you dead fast

Gangstas to head blast cause I run with the red flags!

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - jay rock]

Uh, I'm just bicken back and bein' bool

You don't this feelin, look you fuckin with the realest

No, gloves no, mask look you know we bout to kill it

Disrespect us will get your mami pinned to the ceilin

This is still holdin hemi's even when I'm in my jammies

Niggas wanna catch me slippin leave me sleepin like a mami

Plus they still sendin this, haters wanna pack me out

Bunch of internet bustas always wanna run they mouth

I ain't trippin still, thuggin for [?]

[Hook]

[Verse 4 - big scoob]

Signed up, suited and booted, old nigga, ready for war

Layin back, stackin cake, but it don't take much to activate

Snatch it back and act innate, reignin' down the hand of god

Chopper get to sang a nigga smokin like his elder bar

Forgive me lord I'm trynna keep it cool

But I'm a old nigga with a quick fuse, quick to smell the bitch in dudes

Hard to walk in scooby's shoes, do the shit that scooby do

Fi' block, a general, I done paid my fuckin dues

Nigga this the life I chose, fuck that, life I choose

Still livin gang rules check the laces in these shoes

Gangsta nigga through and through, tried tested been approved

On blood, one love, nigga what, soo-woo

[Hook x2]