{Verse 1: ?)

I'm representing the posse

Banging red on the block

So don't date a flag, a white that shit can get you a shot

And don't think we small time, we been killing for year's

Yo, all my homies up in ? shedding tattoo tear's

Now, this is the real G's, We lock you six feet deep

But we been making the change cause 12 block's in the street

We been raising the crime like its the Mafia days

So if you try to set me up, you better multiply the way's

Me and ID come quicker than you can hide

Cause Indian posse done hooked up with Native pride

Now we're getting off cream from the cops on the parole

Homicidal, on every corner with no need to lay low

So when you come to my hood, just make sure you throw it up

If you ain't reppin' my clique, you'll find yourself fucked up

Cause we be banging the color you bleed, I know you ain't fucking with me

You closer than you will see, you got murdered by Killer B's

{Hook: ?}

It's Code Red Muthafucka! what! X8

{Verse 2: ?]

I'm bringing heat, letting everybody know that Hell's hot

I got so many bars that they be calling me cell block

Remember your vest, so that we be making a mess

The only sliver you'll be wearing is a bullet in ya chest

You going to be getting laced like the shoes in your feet

You're coming though the game when their ain't no time to retreat

So we going let the Pit bull out to come get all ya cats

Cause their ain't no seven dogs, we ain't respect no reps

So I'mma do this string without no questions to be asking ya

Cut ya ass up, remake the chainsaw massacre

You know when we be coming up, we about win

Putting holes in muthfuckas, but I ain't no syringe

That's the truth it ain't a deal, I'm leaving all you bitchs scared

All it take's is one blow to see the shadow is there

So take seat and stay calm, while code code red

Fuck milk, I'mma put'cha on the new's instead

{Hook: ?}

It's Code Red muthfucka! What! X8

{Verse 3: ?}

If you ever cross my path, show respect to the red

Cause my MAC-9 is loaded and I'm aimed at ya head

Make a wrong move, and my gun's go squeeze

And hit a red shell, homie, you die when you breath

I play the game for keeps, ain't no time for mistakes

Guaranteed you going down, hell, gun powder taste

Real mean with the gun, while supporting the fiends

Been banging on the set since I was thirteen

Being a gangster was my dream

Now, I'm living the life

Burning any white flag on the end of my nine

Dough boy's seen the talent

He's the structure and malice

I'm the king of the streets

Sent away from the palace

Drug block makes money anyway that we can

Cause we rep for Indian Posse like a Football fam

9 millis, AKs, both Gauge and MAC-11s

Is my weapons of choice to send an S to heaven

{Hook: ?}

It's Code Red muthfucka! what! X8

{Outro: ?}

This is who we be

Straight OG's X4