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X-Raided - Shoot Cha In A Minute



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  And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
  And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
  X-Raided and ya don't stop...
  
  Straight going on a war path, taking niggas out like it ain't shit
  You can't coup with the X-Loc gone hit
  A nigga gotta be, don't even try to be a friend of me
  You just want a piece of me
  I know what I see thru my eyes:
  I see another black brotha living life streetwise
  Who's making dollars like a dope man
  Making money anyway a nigga can
  Taking your shit and selling drugs
  Getting drunk, sagging Levi's, looking like a thug
  Hanging with my miggas at the spot
  The spot's hot so I'm looking for cops
  And I spotted one
  Told my nigga Trip to slap a clip in a gun
  9 double M, the U-Z-I, you ask me why
  Cause a nigga ain't gonna die...
  Like a sucka, I'm going out spraying
  Letting fools know X-Raided ain't playing
  Tha Murder, yeah, I got something to do with it
  Cause I shoot cha punk ass in a minute...
  
  And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
  And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
  And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
  Lynch Hung and ya don't stop...
  
  People always ask why I act this way
  I say: cause I'm a villain like my homeboy Ray
  A straight lunatic, a little skitzo
  A male hoe, a mothafucking psycho
  Killing punk niggas like flies
  You piss me off and everybody dies
  X ain't the one to be ludicrous
  Any mothafucka I wanna diss I'm gonna diss
  It might be you if ya on the shitlist
  Instead of an 'uncle' I make ya say 'triple-six'
  And make you suck four dicks
  In otherwords you can get the duck sick
  And ya better do it good, choke this dick
  Make me nut real quick
  20 seconds like a mothafucka
  It feels good like a mothafucka so, bitch: suck
  It tastes like chocolate, that's the nickname
  Doggy style, I'm known to inflict pain
  Making hoes feel real swell
  A nigga with a mind like me needs to go to hell
  Where else can a nigga go? (Nowhere!)
  In heaven the mothafuckas don't allow psycho
  Now the book is closed
  A fool like me killed all them hoes
  Cause I (shoot a mothafucka in a minute)...
  
  And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
  And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
  And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
  Yo, pump it up, nigga and ya don't stop...
  
  The definition for a skitzo is
  Strictly killing any tough son of a bitch
  When I say tough I mean he thinks he's tough
  I'm kinda fed up, a nigga done had enough...
  Of this shit to last me a year or two
  What in the fuck a nigga gotta do...
  Nowadays to get his point across
  I don't know, I guess ya gotta get toasted like a salad
  A ballad of a menace, ya can call this a ten percent diss
  Ya get pissed but I don't give a fuck
  Ya wanna squab, yo, what the fuck is up?
  My nigga Trip got a nine for ya ass
  Talk shit, mothafucka, and we blast
  Three sixes' the code that we use
  I'm killing muslims, baptists and jews
  And the hovers, fuck the witness
  Hitting niggas to the triple-six sickness
  At my house windows are tened
  Knock on my door: I shoot cha in a minute...
  
  And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
  And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
  And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
  And ya don't stop...
  
  The definition for X-Raided
  Is ruthless attitude towards every delinquent
  Don't forget the 'X' for 'X-tra'
  The X-tra as I kicks so nobody steps up
  To the villain peeping that bullshit
  I grab the nine and unload the clip
  Spray every punk nigga on the scene
  Cause I'm a lunatic, know what I mean?
  Don't forget that Triple-Six got the backfade
  Step up, try to steal, ya get sprayed
  Cause I'm not giving up an inch
  And neither is the mothafucking Lynch...Hung
  But you ain't dumb, you know what's up
  The whole Mafia is crazier than a mothafuck
  We don't give a fuck about the nextman
  Unless he's down with our clan
  And if ya ain't then ya got nothing incomment
  Do like a nigga from Compton
  And start running a hundred miles to the city I'm from
  S-A-C, punk bitch, you can't get none
  I'm from South Sac, we all packed
  Even that nigga Homicide is kicking raps
  A title to be welthy and we taking it
  And if not we'll shoot cha in a minute...
  
  And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
  And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
  And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
  Can I kick it? (And ya don't stop)...
  Can I kick it? (And ya don't stop)...
  Can I kick it? (And ya don't stop)...
  And ya don't stop and ya don't stop...
  And I'm out...
  
  
  
  




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