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luv neva diez (piru love) - o.y.g redrum 781 lyrics

verse 1: oyg redrum781:

su*su*suwoop!
what’s happ’nin’ blood?
back on the set after 20 years
i lost my dawgs, my friends, my fam, blood, sweat and tears
let’s get it clear that the kingdom is mine
because you studio gangstas ain’t pushin’ the line (pushin’ ya lines)
generals and soldiers that i bang with
ask any general and soldier that i hang with (that i hang up)
piru and blood beef needs to change
redrum i left the torch, eternal flame
verse 2: ?:

macs, choppers and berettas and it ain’t no stoppin’
quick to leave a man down ’cause this westside bompton (suu!)
su*west riders, that’s the gang
they don’t even get to look all they see is the flame
it’s mister, burgundy rag with the burgundy chucks
yeah it’s the young n*ggas still burgundy’d up
in this, young measle holdin’ down my kennel
yellin’ su*west blood, with my hand on my pistol!

verse 3: ?:

red bandana, and false*flame converse
skyline cart know how i’m out the quik concert
cripple block raised me, my flag’s on the right side (everything’s right)
i creep when it’s nighttime, i’mma bust at the right time
it’s to the death of me, bangin’ is my future
and yeah i chase chickens blood i’m a pirooster (haha suwoo!)
pirule the world, man, life is piruthless
it’s gettin’ wild in here, you not how pirus gets

verse 4: ?:

piru is aktive, put us in the club and don’t get run through
with me, some samoan blood bangers, all pirus
the southeast, where even damus is bangin’ ck (noo noo noo)
with the only rules here what do we say?
f*ck ’em, we gon’ cross ’em all out
if they step in to the circle we gon’ toss ’em all out
now i toss this p up for my homies no longer here
this for my homies no longer here!
verse 5: big june:

uh, yeah, june, you already know it’s goin’ down
when i connect the thumb with the index (uhuh)
so the three to the sky yeah i’m bangin’ that pi (on the real)
to the fullest, shootin’ out them ak bullets
n*gga with a attitude, h*ll yeah i’ll have at you
you go to sleep like jetlag
whoever disrespectin’ this red flag, rum tell ’em i said that
i stay piru’d up, since this a piru song, i came to show that piru love!

verse 6: ?:

players in red uniform, piru the greatest
flame bandana bang p so they hate it (suwooo)
eastside rollin’ 80 ways when i’m bangin’ out
crippin’ woop gram boppin’ p’s when i’m burnin’ out
piru love, got me hangin’ from the main line
run yo’? blocks spreadin’ down from the frontline
pimps, players and ‘ru’s, three b’s for my hood block
pushin’ everything, whatever my hood got

verse 7: ?:

it’s a piru world, fulla piru love
i got a piru heart, i pump piru blood
skyline original, p’s up for life
red rag chucks, stayin’ flamed up
look to the p here, all pirus
it’s a piru movie in the piru world
east to the heart, mip bl**dy mary
this piru love we keep it piru legendary, sh*t
verse 8: bandanna da ragg:

bompton money hogs on that piru love tip
bandanna da ragg and redrum we run sh*t
deep off in the streets where the history exist
burgundy p hat on same as the kicks and the whip (hahaha)
i’m a orange street don in the town where the fruits at
take rosecrans and i’ll guide you where the ru’s at (follow me)
where moe moe and big duff brought the hood scratch (uhuh scratch)
and pulled out thangs and showed us how to used that

verse 9: ?:

ah, yeah, rip bl**dy mary, westside redrum
i’mma throw a scott park if you ask me where i’m from (yeah)
cranberry drop dash board look like ocean spray (haha)
dash be bickin’ back while flippin’ stacks the homie smokin’ jays
never rock k*swiss, cherry color asics (yeah)
drive*by or knuckle up, take it to the basics
ain’t no home base in the streets somebody save you (n0body)
got a red bone and red proof sick we stay here (su*su*suwoop*suwoop!)

verse 10: ?:

su*su*suwoop*suwoop!
this the call for the homies, live and die from cross atlantic so it’s all for the homies
su*su*suwooop*suwoop!
i don’t say this sh*t for nothin’ best believe i suwoop i have a 100 n*ggas comin’
i’m a real east banger p fingas in the sky
f*ck a picture on the shirt, get yo’ ass up and ride
lil’ skip, lip, iceman lime in peace
tiny juice aip, chuck g atlantic street!

verse 11: lil’ leak:

yo once again it’s yo’ friend and yeah i’m off of that hen
but i’m speakin’ clearly so you n*ggas can comprehend
always into somethin’ daily committin’ sin
it’s the avenue piru gang life that i’m in
and for my dead homies and n*ggas locked in the pen
it’s piru for life my loyalty never ends
i keep my .45 c*cked but on the block with lil’ leak, my p*funk love will never stop

verse 12: ?:

rosecrans the bullets revel (revel)
i’m flamin’ like a pebble (pebble)
money over b*tches bangin’ black the color of some taxes? (suwooo!)
n*gga chuckin’ p’s from bompton to overseas
now a n*gga k!ll for cheese before it was overseas (haha)
i know you n*ggas heard of me, these n*ggas wanna murder me
i’m bugs ii, i’m on the loose i’m bangin’ with the burgundy (yeah)
you n*ggas never servin’ me, you better call emergency
i’m bangin’ to the fullest push the issue to the third degree

verse 13: young do?:

okay, it’s young do n*ggas so you know what it do
i could be draped in all blue and i still suwoo
it’s the quarter all over, i got n*ggas on the roof
and for the rider man we lootin’, they parachutin’
i ain’t never had a gun b*tch, i ain’t a shooter
and i ain’t runnin’ from the ropes b*tch, i ain’t snoopy
i’m in the giddy up with coupe, on that ace doin’ the loops
talkin’ l*o*v*e, p*i*r*u

verse 14: dawgie (unda dawg):

i make that p*funk sh*t brack who really own one
i got big thangs to flip yo’ ass when i’m dumpin’
k’s, mac*11s, 45s and 40s
blew this n*gga back out on perry ave. they told me (woo!)
on piru i bang with the gunners (gunners)
i’m turnt up wit’ it some of these n*ggas runners
leave a n*gga cherried up, if he hatin’ the flame
yeah i’m unda dawg from hawth*rne piru gang

verse 15: ?:

eastside m lanes, you cannot sh*t that around me
piru, i ain’t gon’ tell a thing (no!)
10 years and goin’ dooby sent to share the fame
drivers at the end of the gear, in the server train (train!)
cosmetics put the homies comin’ off the chains (chains!)
blood spillin’ like a pitbull off yo’ chain
back to the present (present), rap’s been a blessing
so i put the homies on right back to the essence (yeah!)

verse 16: red rag:

geah, this red rag from the big low
east coast, west coast i gots to bick low (i got that!)
this is the flame gang, bickin’ back (bickin’ back!)
family gang chain plans, brightin’ up my chains though (brighten up!)
yeah, i spit this verse for the homies (flow that!)
set ’em free and let ’em fly just like you show me (just like you!)
ribbons in the sky, stevie wonder for the homies
hangin’ letter not this better than the love from the homies

verse 17: ?:

yeah, i’m from big shot 6 sendin’ fruit town piru (piru)
sh*lls in the street for these n*ggas i don’t vibe through
red chucks represent the blocks i did walked on (yeah)
pour out some liquors for my n*ggas that i fought on (fought on)
yeah, and n*ggas know what that rag for (yeah)
fools game fam*bam, through the backdoor (the backdoor)
lil’ james hittin’ switches in that rag 4 (yeah)
all my real pirus what i rap for (yeah)

verse 18: ?:

rifle the sh*t sick, give a n*gga the business
he talkin’ wet i’ll dry him up with the big pit
my turf murk first i don’t say a worse verse
the pen may keep my hand up in her purse
this sh*t is not an akt, homie put down that rag
oh know you wearin’ red when you started doin’ that?
phone ’til they close the curtains, (what’s happenin’ blood?) i’m so piru and should depend on the original version, yeah

verse 19: ?:

tatted on my neck and n*ggas know where they stand for me (right)
red rag around my head n*ggas call me rambo
i throw my hood up like the doors on the lambo
it’s piru love blood, what you n*ggas mad for?
sh*t i been bangin’ since d*ckinsons (elementary)
i got a homie named jay rock but he ain’t from the nickelsons (uhuh)
we all damus, lemme get a suwoop (uh)
i’m kitterru? from crens (ohh ohh ohh!)

verse 20: ?:

uh, look, west coast bloods (skyyyy!), big b’s in the sky
red rag to the right ’til the day that i die
we started out west, but we bleedin’ out east
i do it for my homies still eatin’ in the streets (yeah)
piru love it’s a homage just to say that
disrespect bloods you can die where you lay at
suwoop throw it up when we say that (right)
ayo rum tell ’em keep this on playback

verse 21: ?:

links throwin’ funds (woo) for ‘ru’s blood you bombin’ this
lincoln park started off ‘ru’s to be honest, g
clap back at n*ggas that came through and clapped at me
i was only tryna keep home less security
much love ones, in the name of free unity
’cause that’s the only white men ‘ru gon’ end about to have a damu [?] (suwoo!)
n*ggas flamed up smokin’ now skylines welcome
there you heard it from the horse’s mouth

verse 22: ?:

i rep the ‘ru’s pi’s the love never dies, they multiplies, just lookin’ in why
the movement, the lifestyle, the representation
funk him off the base sh*t, all around the nation (suwoo)
my home is the motherland, westside cp
to the t, and i rep it to the p (suwoo)
oyg, from the 554
and you can’t get it twisted homie i just let you know

verse 23: ?:

lil’ n*gga with the burners, flying guillotine, c*ckadoodle*doo
n*gga piru everything, burgundy chucks on deck with the red strings
[?], even when i sit flamed
you know how to g*ngb*ng, bompton california, i’ll show you how we run thangs
suwoop in the turner lane toast this redrum, n*gga piru everythang

verse 24: ?:

i am the west lil’ daddy but i ain’t cute!
that whatever on that who wanna pay yo’ loot!
any b*tch i’m crazy like jesús
f*ck a [?] fish (hey) about my grip b*tch cash rules!
and i’m nutty as the cash dude
placed up in the doors with more drama than papoose!
realer n*gga (that’s right) than me had to see one
but i’m ridin’ west coastin’ with my n*gga redrum!

verse 25: ?:

w’s in the air baby i represent the west
so when i twist my finger in the middle know that i’m the best
sippin’ on bl**dy mary’s (hah), rest in peace bl**dy mary
i dedicate my hair color to you, i keep it cherry
kool*aid the sack still in the hood we crackin’
thunderbird know it’s on but now we sippin’ patron?
them blockers steal the block but most this n*ggas not
most of my n*ggas gone it’s just another sad song, they fly

verse 26: p4 menace:

it’s the p4 menace but the p stand for principice (okay)
lord knows i remain humble at my pinnacle
legendary life that red mass wagon invincible
part of the soldier and the mind of a general
get this b for all my suwoos, in general
they call me young chief like the logo on santana yo
it’s double aces? everywhere i go
so if you feelin’ that throw up two 4s!

verse 27: ?:

picture me rollin’, windows open (uh)
[?], though it ain’t slowin’
ask for my license (what?), what’s the commotion? (yo what’s all that fo’?)
got the feds all on a n*gga like lotion
and i got this big 45 that i’m holdin’ (huh huh)
that will leave my foes on the roadside soakin’ (soakin’)
huh, i’m g’d up from the feet up
blood gang, philly badass? throw your b’s up
mad love, that’s what i joined the gang for
nine treys who i bang for (b’s!)
oh please, if you ain’t reppin’ for the ogs
tell me what the f*ck you flag for? (what’s up with that?)
all with the most and the bangin’ you missed this
me i got a gift in this rappin’, christmas
got a few switches, froo*froo, diss tricks
london boy’s in this suwoop business

verse 28: ?:

what up blood, peace from where you b dog?
from the east to the west say your g’s dog
i used to flame from the borders to the north face (uhuh)
even in the snow we banged on a daily basis (daily basis!)
big city certified (yeah!), hood pass never pass
i’m a ‘ru so i flew and linked in to the motherland
it’s all love unless you wanna be a foe
then it’s 781 (what up homie) at redrum fo’ sho’!

verse 29: ?:

eight on my philly, my ‘ru gon’ whip it (salute!)
n*ggas need to [?] when yo’ [?] missin’
opposition hatin’ on a proper demonstration
proper ogs still bangin’ tryna make it (yeah!)
from saint heights but on the ave. i’mma take it
give back to the streets, 10 act, take that (get that!)
rum said it best “to get with it from yo’ bangin’ side”?
and that the sad boy big b, woop gang, blood!

verse 30: ?:

suwoop, homie, who’re you homie? (who are you?)
had to give it up for my damus and ‘ru homies
my g payin’ dues for all my true homies
all the gs that raised me and put it down befo’ me
big b’s and p’s (uhuh), cherry and burgundy chuck t’s
64 impala on gold d’s
with four gangstas all parolies
suwoop soldiers we don’t give a f*ck ’bout police

verse 31: don*gg (king of the netherlands):

bang bang, see this is what it do (eh?)
what’s up my n*gga loch in the room! (in the hood!)
salutin’ all the g’s [?]
salute all those….
suwoop!
different language

verse 32: ?:

yeah, this for my damu nation, a piru love and i’m proud of bein’ this 5*9 gang blood
separate the real from fakes so when they knew damus dig it, they know how to buck straight
to all my dogs on range, that got the freedom of speech
only the nina got the feeling to teach ya
to light up my mood don’t ride that 5
that’s where i’m from i’m damu and i’m proud, yeah piru love

verse 33: ?:

fruit poma?, i’m a bn rida
red eastsider offa b*ll*nd chagga?
it’s the gun toter with another one in the holster
can i get a suwoop for all the p*funk soldiers? (suwoop!)
rivals can’t hang they try to join us
they should put piru straight on every corner
i’m lil’ tweed pushin’ out the valley too deep
redrum good lookin’ out on the p

verse 34: stacy adams:

pobloma? piru, eastside 12700
from the valley in the shadow of death, forever gunnin’
stacy adams on the rise, the love will never die
118 east, offa glennoak straight to the 9
p’s saggin’, burgundy rag hang out my right
big morfhomes, fresh offa big piru for life
to all my damus, every ‘ru homie locked in the mob [?]
every ‘ru hood i’m [?] for ‘ru love, it’s ‘ru’s up

verse 35: ?:

woop, woop, i won’t stop being a blood
prep gang, woop gang in the cherriest chucks (p’d up)
motherf*ckers they can eat up some slugs
bang dissed up, to the jungles n*ggas know what it does (suwoo)
but it’s blood it’s funk love (funk love), it’s suwoop gang (woo)
i hit the trunk at the club now the mood changin’
anybody fire it up the squirter put him out
blood gang brought the white out the f*ckin’ tram, yeah

verse 36: ?:

la woops, piru down with the mob
la lakers, cabbage patch all from boston boulevard
510, we like elms street we got them ready lugers
don’t get caught in the views, if you owe someone [?] them
off the [?] from the pans, avalons at the light
kelly’s park is to the left, scottsdale’s on the right
use 18 westside piru, bang past dark
and the only other funk hood is eastside scott park
from the corner of westside [?], to bam*bam put yo’ number
waterfront, eastside pain, motown, blood, what you wonder?
piru love off, gangstas gots to come ruthless
i’m a pi ’til i die, i am ‘ru ’til i’m toothless
from the g’s, to the babies, from the ygs to the elms
keep piruin’, free all my k!llas locked in jail
rest in peace to the homie hotdog, bl**dy mary this for you
i’mma su ’til i die, and i’mma woop ’til i’m through
cherry red, burgundy, pushin’ that funkline
don’t say cuz ’cause blood this is piru, all the time

outro:

su*su*su*suwoop!

- o y g redrum 781 lyrics

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