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X-Raided - Liquor, niggas and triggas

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Nigga recognize I'm that motherfuckin locc
   08 drinkin got me high givin head to my 44
   They can't blame me for the actions
   I take in a sicc state of mind as I premedi-tiz-ate
   Fifty-one-fifty as my brain liquifies
   Every swig a nigga takes crazy thoughts intensifies
   I'm ready to ride, I'm Mr. Hyde murderin Dr. Jeckyl
   You aint funkin wit a pyscho no more
   X-loc is goin cleptomaniac, stealin' yo' life
   cayse I gives a fuck about ya
   That's why I'm using that 44 to blow them brains up out cha
   Dumb shit green shit hitting the concrete
   Youse a victim of me on inez street
   I shoot you in the head and let that ass decay
   You been laying in the street so long your brains is turning gray
   You niggaz can't deal wit a fool thats full of that 08 liquor shit
   I'm runnin around town wit a bad ass attitude and two extra clips
   With a 44 automatic nigga you know you gotta duck
   Either that or be another victim of a motherfuckin slaughter
   Best for the hoe the 44 magnum got me stressin
   My mind was tellin me no but the 40 ounce kept tellin me yes
   He had on a vest, but I still managed to leave that ass for dead
   Cuz there ain't one motherfucker in the whole wide world
   with a bullet proof forehead
   So when you see me swiggin that 08 liquor hold your breath
   I'm slammin the bottle upside your dome when ain't none left
   [Chorus: repeat 2X]
   Cause I don't love you hoes, I don't love you niggaz
   All I'm givin a fuck is about my liquor and my triggas
   When I'm off that OE, when I'm off that OE
   Lo better watch your back for nervous mo
   For really though really though
   I'm sewing up slube eating up drinking your blood like liquor
   Its all because I'm givin a fuck and I got no love for you niggas
   I'm leavin up outta the house
   when it's time to ride and create some death
   Only thing I got with me is a 40 of E and it ain't enough left
   for me to be pourin it out for the next motherfucker resting in peace
   I love my homies and G's, but it's EBK when the trigger released
   For those who don't know, it's EveryBody Killa, step on back
   Ain't no time tryin to be chhosy when I'm fucked up, pullin the cap
   And the reason, a murder's good enough to put these hot ones on ya
   Nigga run on up go ahead you can be a victim if you wanna
   Aint no thing to me we can do it any way you want a do it
   It'll hurt you more than it'll hurt me when I put these bullets to it
   Blow them brains up out you wit a 44 caliber magnum crom
   Only thing that's at the scene
   is a 40 ounce bottle but all the liquors gone
   They looking for a motherfucker but fool they'll never find a locc
   You get in the shower I'm ass naked right behind your door
   Sicc like Norman Bates, I'm murdering like a motherfuck
   Wit a gun in one hand a 40 in the other one fool up and down the trunk
   Like Jimmy Jones, David Koresh
   I'm having these fools strapped, drinking cyanide
   They burning themselves up trying to get the fuck away from the X
   but ain't nowhere to hide
   Let me play that Jack Kevorkian, I'm Dr. Death, assisting a suicide
   When I put in my clip I caulk it back it goes clack clack
   That's one in the chamba (chamber)
   one for your nuts and one for your bitch's cat
   I swig my 40 and fool I ain't pouring out not one drop
   Straight sicc in the dome, I thought you knew
   My nigga that's on the blocc
   [Chorus] - 2X
   When I die its time to put atop my let my homies do it
   They could pump me up with the O8 (yodda) instead of embalmin fluid
   And when you barry me put a 40 and a gun in the casket with me
   So I can be buzzin when my cousins come to hell to get me
   Im giving up nothing steady be bustin caps all over the place
   I got the Devil so high he told me to get the fuck out of his face
   So now Im back and ready to motivate this old shit
   Beat judicisim locc up because I cut off dicks like a circumsisim
   I pick up the 4-0, mo' goes down my throat and hits my tonsils
   I look up to throw up the blocc
   I'm to' up and can't be held responsible
   Three strikes giving up life for traffic tickets and petty shit
   So I'm going out making everybody going look like that spaghetti shit
   Stay out my way unless you to get your life took
   Motherfuck your little hit list, I got a big ass hit book
   But that cereal murdering 44 magnum
   will take him off the street and put him in a grave
   with a whole in his head which is made with the reefer system it is
   And I'm that one drunk motherfucker thats at your funeral home
   Sicc with death and taking that eightball piss all over your gravestone
   So when you see me swiggin that 0 8 liquor hold your breath
   I'm slammin the bottle upside your dome when ain't none left, 'cuz

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