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X-Raided - Hellraizer



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Cash was on my mind at a early age growin up to fast
   Lookin out for ways to stay paid
   God bless the child that has his own I was told
   So every single day the dope was sold
   I never liked school cuz this shit was never real for me
   I rather hang out with niggas that was down to kill for me
   Never stood still long enough to have stability
   Never to advantage of my athletic abilities
   Only way up out the ghetto for a blacc man
   Is to either play a sport know how to sing, rap, or dance
   The only other option is to join a gang or slang yola
   Hangin out with the other high rollas tryin to get your poccets swoll
   Look at the competition, the mission is to get rich
   As quicc as possible and turn your cash legit
   But the you make could be your last
   You'll always have the jaccers and craccers out to bust your ass
   So don't be slippin
   Livin the life styles of the rich and famous
   I keep my hands clean stayin blameless it's scandlous but I'm shameless
   All I want to do is stacc the cream
   Ever since I was a little nigga that was my dream
  
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   Pants been saggin ever since I was a seventh grader
   Poccet full of roccs and a Sky pager
   A nigga had dreams of comin up major
   Nothin but a little ass hellraizer
   Been saggin ever since I was a seventh grader
   Poccet full of roccs and a Sky pager
   A nigga had dreams of comin up major
   Nothin but a little ass hellraizer
  
  
   Fucced around and caught my homegirl ovulatin
   Threw a cold twist on the whole situation
   Now I got to figure out a way to break the Genius
   World record for makin cash
   Cuz now I got a baby in my business
   Call up the essay
   Go down to (S)Toccton say
   "Throw it on the scale"
   1000 grams is what it weighs
   Getting 10 g's cuz he shows me love
   Mucho gracias senior
   Adios, and then I'm up out the door
   It's bacc to Sac, time to make the paper stacc
   Standin in the kitchen, palms itchin cookin up the chiccen
   11-3-51 narcotic
   85% pure product, let it rocc up
   My stoccs up a grip
   600 buccs a zip
   Fucced up and slipped and the taskforce dipped
   Caught a young nigga with a quarter pound of "D"
   Got a deal for 3, entered a guilty plead
   Now I'm in the "Pen" stressed out San Quinten
   Lady bout to have a nigga baby any minute
   32 months I got to do
   Then I'll be bacc on the streets with my crew, thought cha knew
  
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   Fresh out "Pen" once again on the loose
   My lady had my baby and she's already duce
   Bacc in the hood and ain't a damn thang change
   All the same niggas stugglin tryin to survive in the game
   I got to get mine but is landmines in the streets
   Take the wrong move and get swept off your feet
   My baby got to eat and I'ma provide
   Even if I got to ride or die
   I ain't down with minimum wage so mutha fucc a 9 to 5
   I'm duccin the cops like Marco Polo
   My tightest dog died when I was a mobile
   So now I'm rollin solo
   Loco in the membrane never been tamed and never will be
   And I'm hustlin to the day a nigga kills me
  
   (Chorus)




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