X-RAIDED

X-RAIDED - Still Shooting lyrics

I'm still shootin mothafuckas the warpath never stops

Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is causin a homicide

Ya popped if you're plottin on a jack punk

I'll see you comin from a mile away and light yo ass up

So if the funk is on you betta be strapped

Cuz you'll be bitin the nine once again black

Call me agent double O deuce four

I got a mini 380 in the sleeve of my coat

I'm a killA the mothafuckin X to the R-A-I-D-E-D L-O-C

smokin niggas like some green bud

So if you see me in your hood you better duck

Cuz I'm jackin every thang from a cut to a mini truck

Better not be trippin never slippin

It's just another mothafuckin grave that I'm diggin

Forties swiggin got a nigga bent and wanna kill

Fools try to catch me slippin but they never will

I'm the mothafuckin X loc no joke

I'm from the garden block where mothafuckas get smoked

If your Daytons got a little more shine than the ones I got

I'm gonna get my nine and your shit is mine

You hella bold if you reach for your gat

Cuz I'm gonna put a hole in your ass and it's like that

Lynch, (You gonna be heaven sent fool)

Niggas nuts on the wall I'm shooting mothafuckas

[Chorus:] Cuz I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute

I'll give you some of this [ginshots] or some of this [more gunshots]

I'm a trigger happy nigga I prove it every time that I ride

I'll kill a punk at the drop of a dime

For instance a nigga talkin shit

Betta yet a fool tryin to front for a bitch yeah

(I'll give you some of this [gunshots] or some of this [gunshots]

Nigga aim nigga hit wanna trip nigga trip

Fuck a fool's gun if he got a empty clip

Brotha Lynch (I'm a blast, I'm a blast)

Where your bullet land? (in that ass, in that ass)

Niggas ain't shit a bitch is a dead bitch

If she fuck wit me she gonna be shittin led bricks

Cuz I treat a hoe like a hoe should be treated

Instead of a queen I treat a bitch like a thief

I'll have a hoe terrified thinkin I'm a looney

Settin up her folks so I can jack em for they jewelry

Kickin down doors wavin gats fuck a discussion

All I want is money if there ain't none then I'm bustin yeah

I'm killin mamas, daddys and nephews

I'm killin sons, daughters and sparin you

You can play the Rambo role like you're a down black brother

But picture this I'm still shootin mothafuckas

[Chorus]

You crazy if you think you're gonna get some

The only thing you're gonna get is yourself smoked punk

And if you ever wake your ass up

You're in a box 24 deep cold as a mothafuck

To ya niggas that dissed me

Or either tried to blast and ya missed me

Keep your strap on cuz I'm a get my jack on

When I put my black on payback is fin to be on

Your brains gone I'm a let it be known trick

X Raided was never the one to be fucked with

Cuz you was sayin you was hard and all that shit

But when you found you couldn't quit you moved your ass out of town with

your bitch

Dumb nigga I'm like the Terminator, loco

Kickin down doors with Brotha Lynch lookin for yo ass

Blast everybody in the house and fuck gettin caught

Bullet wounds will get a nigga caught

They tell the cops that they shot ya

You go to see the doctor then they got ya, huh

A niggas like me leaves no evidence sucka

When I'm jackin me a fool, I shoot the mothafucka

[Talking]

Yeah, once again it's on you know what I'm sayin?

That nigga X mothafuckin Raided never gave a fuck about shit

You run up and you gone that's how it is you know what I'm sayin?

Don't have your back against the wall like my boy Mick said

If you don't talk that shit, I might let your punk ass live

You know what I'm sayin? sayin? sayin?

(then again he might not)

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