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Clipe da música "Deus e eu no sertão", de Victor e Leo para a promoção You Pop - You Rock, da Sony e Tim. ps: deu o maior trabalhão!
Belo Horizonte, 1950. Desquitada de Irvino, que fugiu com outra mulher, a bela e frágil Lalinha vai viver na fazenda Buriti Bom com as duas cunhadas e o sogro viúvo. A amizade da família a conforta e aos poucos ela conhece a gente do lugar. O veterinário Miguel chega para vacinar o gado e desperta o amor da mais nova. Quando ele parte, uma inesperada trama libidinal se estabelece, Maria Behú morre e Lalinha volta para a cidade, deixando por lá Iô Liodoro e a linda Glória dos cabelos em quantidade de sol. O verdadeiro amor é um calafrio doce, um susto sem perigos. Elenco: Cristina Aché (Lalinha), Débora Bloch (Maria da Glória), Carlos Kroeber (Iô Liodoro), Carlos Wilson (Nhô Gualberto), Tony Ramos (Miguel), Milton Nascimento (Chefe Zequiel), Sura Berditchevsky (Maria Behú), Maria Silvia (Dona-Dona), Hileana Meneses (Dionéia), Ruy Polanah (Inspetor), Tavinho Moura (Violonista), Marcos Palmeira (Norilúcio), Maria Alves (Dô-Nhã), Cláudia Campos (Alcina). Narração de Antônio Grassi. Participantes da 1ª versão: Álvaro Freire, Antônio Grassi, Socorro Vieira, Teuda Magalhães e Manoelzão. Direção - Carlos Alberto Prates Correia, Roteiro - Carlos Alberto Prates Correia e Idê Lacreta (baseado na novela Buriti, de Guimarães Rosa). Diretor de fotografia – Tadeu Ribeiro, Cenografia e figurino – Anísio Medeiros, Montagem – Idê Lacreta e Amaury Alves, Música – Tavinho Moura, Som direto – Romeu Quinto, Produtores associados – Embrafilme, Cinefilmes e Skylight, Produtores executivos – Tarcísio Vidigal e Helvécio Ratton, Diretora de produção – Diana Vasconcellos, Assistentes de direção – Helber Rangel e Tavinho Moura, Continuísta – Érica Bauer, Assistentes de fotografia – Carlos Azambuja, Fernando Camargos, Magro Quinaud e Álvaro Nobre, Fotos de cena – Inês Rabelo, Assistente de som – Lício Marcos, Assistentes de cenografia e figurino – Patrícia Vasconcellos e Regina Campelo, Assistentes de produção – Claudia Brasil, Claudia Guimarães, Paulo Valadares, Marco Antônio Simas e Guilherme Ricardo, Equipe de preparação – Nilson Barbosa, Marcus Lage, Marcelo Brum e Hilda Borém, Coreografia da fogueira – Isabel Costa, Maquinistas e eletricistas – Joaquim Azevedo, Oziel Tomé, Otávio Cachapuz, Eustáquio Bento, Paulo Roberto de Souza, Geradoristas – Geraldo Silva e Celso Almeida, Equipe de montagem – Ney Fernandes, Hercília Cardillo, Lewis Beltrão, Ana Diniz e Mário Murakami, Laboratório – Líder, Transcrições – Rob Filmes, Estúdio – Barrozo Netto, Mixagem – Aloísio Viana, Trucagens e letreiros – Ilimitada Produção - Sertaneja de Cinema (ex-Cinematográfica Montesclarense) e Grupo Novo, Colorido, 87’, 1:33. 23 prêmios nos mais importantes festivais do país e no exterior (Gramado, Brasília, Caxambu e Cartagena 1984, Air France 1985). Participação em mostras e festivais de Locarno, Montreal e São Paulo 1984, Forum de Berlim e Figueira da Foz 1985, Argélia (Imagens de mulheres) e Tóquio 1986. Fonte: http://www.cinemadeprazer.art.br/#!noites-do-sertao/c8cl
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O atrapalhado passeio de Dandinha em São Paulo não foi muito bom para ela. Seu retorno às suas raízes lhe deu mais motivação para continuar sua humilde vida na roça. Zezão mais uma vez entra em seu caminho e ambos vivem uma pilhérica aventura. Tereza sofre perseguição por sua fé e toma uma decisão que lhe causou muito sofrimento. Diretor: Roberto Borges Gênero: Drama e Comédia adquira toda coleção tel: (89) 3447-1103 (89) 8807-1855
Uma das mais bonitas musicas na voz de Zé Ramalho..apesar de ser um cantor consagrado, não são todas as boas músicas do Zé que são divulgadas..como não há um...
25/01/2015 - Menino vaqueiro realiza sonho no Domingo Show domingo show, geraldo luís, alô léo magalhães, leo magalhaes, léo magalhães, menino fã léo magalhães, menino vaqueiro, vaqueiro canta leo magalhaes, vaqueiro mirim, 25/01/2015, Menino vaqueiro realiza sonho no Domingo Show, vaqueiro de pernambuco, menino vaqueiro no domingo show, domingo show menino vaqueiro
Pro orgulho de ser Nordestino...O Sertão que agente mora "Alcimar Monteiro"
Sertão Ainda é Sertão.
Music video by Victor & Leo performing Deus E Eu No Sertão. (C) 2009 Sony Music Entertainment Brasil ltda.
Música linda de Victor e Leo, do Album ''Borboletas''
Canção que nasceu no sertão! Foram 10 dias de Impacto sertão livre 2015 Apaixonante! Gravado no dia da inauguração da Capela construída em Acauã. A glória é toda de Deus! A vida eterna é Jesus!
Video com belas imagens do sertão.
Grande Sertão Veredas (1985) Cap. 01 - Minissérie Completa Tv Futura Direção de Walter Avancini, com Tony Ramos, Bruna Lombardi, Tarcísio Meira, Rubens De Fa...
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Oh! que saudade do luar da minha terra. Lá na terra branquejando folhas secas pelo chão. Este luar cá da cidade tão escuro. Não tem aquela saudade do luar lá...
VT produzido e veiculado pela TV Picos - Canal 13 sobre o lançamento do filme RAÍZES DO SERTÃO 5.
The basis for developing the project management processes will be Renova Energia's Alto Sertão III project.
noodls 2014-12-04(Source: BMW of North America LLC ). 1. Announcement - Model Year 2015 ... 2. Upcoming: ... C 600 Sport G 650 GS Sertão HP4 ... Sertão ... -.
noodls 2014-11-14Even when he deals with favelas and sertão, those places that by convention expose the other side of ...
noodls 2014-10-11... in a daily struggle against the criminal fires that plague the National Park Grande Sertão Veredas.
noodls 2014-09-02... from Cascavel to Sertão and which remains largely untested by drilling and bulk sampling," he added.
noodls 2014-08-21Sertão is a fully licensed gold mine located 18km along strike (28km by road) on the same mineralised shear zone as.
noodls 2014-07-2870%) and the Sertão gold mine (OGX acquiring 100%) offer significant resource potential from ongoing ...
noodls 2014-06-18Sertão is a fully licensed gold mine located 18km along strike (28km by road) on the same mineralised shear zone as.
noodls 2014-06-12For example, Bayferrox brightens up the new Luiz Gonzaga Museum, which is in the Cais do Sertão ...
noodls 2014-06-04... as well as a permanent exhibition about the people of the Sertão, the parched backlands.
The Guardian 2014-06-04While downtown, you can learn more about forró and other local rhythms such as baião, xote and ...
Reuters 2014-05-30A study of this this severe temperature rise in the semi-arid region by the Federal University of ...
The Guardian 2014-03-24Orinoco to acquire Sertão gold mine and leases from Troy ... acquiring former Sertão gold mine from Troy ... Sertão circa 2005.
noodls 2014-03-20In Portuguese, the word sertão (Portuguese pronunciation: [seʁˈtɐ̃w̃], backcountry) first referred to the vast hinterlands of Asia that Lusitanian explorers encountered. In Brazil, the geographical term referred to backlands away from the Atlantic coastal regions where the Portuguese first settled in South America in the early sixteenth century. A Brazilian historian once referred to colonial life in Brazil as a "civilization of crabs", as most settlers clung to the shoreline, with few trying to make inroads into the sertão. In modern terms, "sertão" usually refers to the semi-arid region in Northeastern Brazil comprising parts of the states of Alagoas, Bahia, Pernambuco, Paraíba, Rio Grande do Norte, Ceará and Piauí. The plural of sertão is sertões. The term "sertanejo" is similar to the generic use of "cowboy" in the United States.
Geographically, the sertão consists mainly of low uplands that form part of the Brazilian Highlands. Most parts of the sertão are between 200 and 500 meters above sea level, with higher elevations found on the eastern edge in the Planalto da Borborema, where it merges into a sub-humid region known as agreste, in the Serra da Ibiapaba in western Ceará and in the Serro do Periquito of central Pernambuco. In the north, the sertão extends to the northern coastal plains of Rio Grande do Norte state, whilst in the south it fades out in the northern fringe of Minas Gerais.
187, gang related, I'm accused
And after every court date my face is on the news
They say I wrote a song about a murder
I maintain my innocence, it's nothing but a coincidence
I'll admit it looks kind of shadey
from the outside looking in
The situation is serious but people don't comprehend
I was 17 years young back in '92
Facing 25 to life for something I didn't do
My song is supposed to be a big admission on my part
And they're using the lyrics against me when my trial gets ready to start
My songs are being misinterpritated
It ain't nothing but the D.A. trying to prove premeditated
They've got X-Raided stuck, majorly crossed up
The D.A. got a fucked up witness and my lawyer is a dump truck
I've been sitting in the county, three years have already went by
They're pressuring my Locs, trying to get them to testify
Snitching ain't no joke, it's hazardous to your health
When you point one finger at me, you're pointing three back at yourself
My homies got convicted for murder in the first degree
Ain't no doubt about it, they'll try to do worse to me
They take me in the court room in front of an all white jury
With the family looking me with barely concealed fury
My lawyer standing next to me, prepared to represent
And help me get convicted cause to him
I'm guilty till proven innocent...
Why they trying to give me deuce-5 to life?
They trying to give me 25 to life cause I'm guilty till proven innocent...
I open up the front page of the Sacramento Bee
And read the article that Dan McGrath wrote about me
He has his own opinion and it's his job to write it
I say he's being biased and completly one sided
The media write their stories for the public to consume
And any chance I have of getting a fair trial in Sac is doomed
Any potential jurors mind is being contaminated
From reading all the bull they wrote about X-Raided
I never told anybody to go out kill somebody's folks
And blaming it all on me and
a song I wrote is a complete joke
They're looking for a move but they're looking in the dark
Putting a noose around my neck and a bullet in my heart
Just because I'm capable of killing doesn't mean I kill
And just because I'm capable of killing doesn't mean I will
I wish they all knew, how can I make you feel me?
X-Raided didn't do it but I've gotta ride cause I'm guilty till proven innocent...
Why they trying to give me deuce-5 to life?
They trying to give me 25 to life cause I'm guilty till proven innocent...
I'm knowing I'm going to end up in the pen
Fighting my appeal and hoping that I win
It's me and Baby Bread fighting this fucked up case
Like Dooney and B-Dub trying to get these years erased
In Sac there ain't no love when you're from the Garden Blocc
Maniac, C-Mooney, Baby Snake and Lil' Venom already got washed
I'm trying to keep my head up but my load is getting heavy
It makes me want to do like Sicx: take some Tylenol and get it over with
But instead I just maintain and do everything to keep my composure
Representing the Blocc to the fullest and riding like a soldier
I told you fools the X-Loc ain't going out like the average
I didn't kill your folks but if you run up then I gotta loc up like a savage
On that ass, bitch, it ain't nothing personal thang, it's just about survival
And I'm going to be 125 years old before I die
if I can help it
You made your threats and I felt it but I ain't dead yet
So you niggas talking about
what you're going to do when you see me
I'll be on the weights, wearing state boots and a beanie
I wish I didn't have to be this way but it's reality
So I'm strapped based on the fact
I'm guilty till proven innocent...
Why they trying to give me deuce-5 to life?
They trying to give me 25 to life
cause I'm guilty till proven innocent...
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...
Next song is Macaframa.
Yeah... for yall uneducated ass bitches (fuck you hoes)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, foever hatin on a nigga thats havin thangs
Nigga, these type of situations on lockdown, were da real love at?
Yeah, yeah....
Aint no love for them hoes an I'm knowin
Bitches only jocking X-Raided cause I be flowin
Thats why Im showin ‘em love and affection
In they silky sections my erections
Spitten milky secretions in they directions
When you in they presense, they say you king
But when you aint around they clown like you a peasent
Fuck givin the bitches presents
Diamond rings and things of that nature get you pussy fo sho
That hoell date ya and inflate your ego
But they got you hero zero fo show for all your actions
You went to jail wit no bail an now aint nothin cracking
Bet back when you was free you thought you had a solid female
But now you can't even get a visit an' gotta beg for mail
Movin lika a snail when you tryin to get her to handle somethin
And late at night she got cum drippin out her bellybutton
That good for nothin bitch is useless for a convict
Im nuttin up on hoez, nigga fuck that cum shit
Her cousins on my nuts like a little squirrel
An I wouldve been to mack her if she wasnt a little girl
But about two months from now that little girl gon turn 18
The number one draft pick on my home team
[chorus x2:]
Im that gansta you answer to
When I say bitch jump then thats whatcha do
Im a fast talkin convict, blowin yo mind
Im workin macaframalama even if im in da slamma
It dont take much to keep yo man happy doing eight months
Bbut it aint no contact visits so you cant touch
An county time aint no joke
In Sacramento this shit will have you mental
‘Cause you cant smoke
You be stressed out
Hopin that you get yo case
Three strikes tryin to wipe out my whole race
Now here comes yo wife since you done got your time
Saying that she can't hang; bitch is you out yo mind?
She got everything you own
Vehicle, clothes, even yo home
Not a penny on yo' books cause tha bitch is gone
They send you to the branch then from there
Out to tracy
And one of the homies hooked you up with
This bitch Stacy
Shes white, overweight with bi-focals
But she's sending letters wit money orders through the postal
You dedicated to love an married her quick to hit that ass
On the first conjugal visit she had you cummin hella fast
You lost your pretty bitch but you gained a ugly soldier
Move over bacon, its time fo sizzleen to take over
Cause doing time, it's all about support
An the bitch is to come an let you make her pussy for it, tell em short
[Chorus]
Now this is fo the homies that got them Nike wearing hoes
Ponytails in they hair sportin other bitches clothes
Ruggish, thuggish, raggedy like them up at the type that
Wakes up in the mornin put on some sweats an be like fuck it
Nigga dont lie, you know I just detailed yo babys mama
The type of bitch thats even crooked to be to start some drama
Like a comma, puttin pauses in yo sentances
Y'all cant even get along irreconcilable differences
That bitch is famous from so many nameless dicks
that penetrated and she's gameless
That's how you know shes never been with Raided
She's aimless, where is you headed? Bitch is you knowin?
Gettin on my nerves like my bunkie when hes snorin
He needed to leave or get rid of her immediately at this moment
An shake her like Jordan does a basketball opponent
If you ever fall or take a loss
Nigga that bitch is gone an' lookin for another nigga to lean on
She's a forty ounce swigga, weed smoker
Needin to get that shit up
Her beer belly overlapping, needin to do some sit-ups
Shes lazy as can be anll never make no progress
So shake that hoe thats all I can suggest, nigga
X-raided locc
[Dott Dogg:]
Yeah, how do you bitches out there like that? Funky ass hoez!
Good for nothin, runnin out on a motherfucker when times get hard.
Punk ass bitch!
Yeah, Dott Dogg said that, sorry ass beatch! [X-Raided:] (Beatch!)
To all you hoes that fit that description.
(You know why? Cause I'm workin macaframalama
even if I'm in the slamma. Beatch!)
I'm that gansta you answer to
When I say bitch jump then thats whatcha do
Im a fast talkin convict, blowin yo mind
187, gang related, I'm accused
And after every court date my face is on the news
They say I wrote a song about a murder
I maintain my innocence, it's nothing but a coincidence
I'll admit it looks kind of shadey
from the outside looking in
The situation is serious but people don't comprehend
I was 17 years young back in '92
Facing 25 to life for something I didn't do
My song is supposed to be a big admission on my part
And they're using the lyrics against me when my trial gets ready to start
My songs are being misinterpritated
It ain't nothing but the D.A. trying to prove premeditated
They've got X-Raided stuck, majorly crossed up
The D.A. got a fucked up witness and my lawyer is a dump truck
I've been sitting in the county, three years have already went by
They're pressuring my Locs, trying to get them to testify
Snitching ain't no joke, it's hazardous to your health
When you point one finger at me, you're pointing three back at yourself
My homies got convicted for murder in the first degree
Ain't no doubt about it, they'll try to do worse to me
They take me in the court room in front of an all white jury
With the family looking me with barely concealed fury
My lawyer standing next to me, prepared to represent
And help me get convicted cause to him
I'm guilty till proven innocent...
Why they trying to give me deuce-5 to life?
They trying to give me 25 to life cause I'm guilty till proven innocent...
I open up the front page of the Sacramento Bee
And read the article that Dan McGrath wrote about me
He has his own opinion and it's his job to write it
I say he's being biased and completly one sided
The media write their stories for the public to consume
And any chance I have of getting a fair trial in Sac is doomed
Any potential jurors mind is being contaminated
From reading all the bull they wrote about X-Raided
I never told anybody to go out kill somebody's folks
And blaming it all on me and
a song I wrote is a complete joke
They're looking for a move but they're looking in the dark
Putting a noose around my neck and a bullet in my heart
Just because I'm capable of killing doesn't mean I kill
And just because I'm capable of killing doesn't mean I will
I wish they all knew, how can I make you feel me?
X-Raided didn't do it but I've gotta ride cause I'm guilty till proven innocent...
Why they trying to give me deuce-5 to life?
They trying to give me 25 to life cause I'm guilty till proven innocent...
I'm knowing I'm going to end up in the pen
Fighting my appeal and hoping that I win
It's me and Baby Bread fighting this fucked up case
Like Dooney and B-Dub trying to get these years erased
In Sac there ain't no love when you're from the Garden Blocc
Maniac, C-Mooney, Baby Snake and Lil' Venom already got washed
I'm trying to keep my head up but my load is getting heavy
It makes me want to do like Sicx: take some Tylenol and get it over with
But instead I just maintain and do everything to keep my composure
Representing the Blocc to the fullest and riding like a soldier
I told you fools the X-Loc ain't going out like the average
I didn't kill your folks but if you run up then I gotta loc up like a savage
On that ass, bitch, it ain't nothing personal thang, it's just about survival
And I'm going to be 125 years old before I die
if I can help it
You made your threats and I felt it but I ain't dead yet
So you niggas talking about
what you're going to do when you see me
I'll be on the weights, wearing state boots and a beanie
I wish I didn't have to be this way but it's reality
So I'm strapped based on the fact
I'm guilty till proven innocent...
Why they trying to give me deuce-5 to life?
They trying to give me 25 to life
[Killa Hoe]
Yes, motherfuckers
yet you have entered the psycho ward
where the X-Raided lays his head, niggas
so let that nigga tell his story.... beotch
[X-Raided]
I be stalkin' like jason, nigga I ain't sayin' shit
mask on wit' a machedi in my right mit
ain't gon' be no "cha cha cha.. cha cha cha"
'cause all you gon' be hearin' is "ratta-tat" and "pop pop"
and it ain't gotta be no friday the thirteenth
I don't give a fuck if it's sunday the fifteenth
any day is good for me to go and kill a ho
so fuck the money, mo murder mo murder mo
and it's a nightmare on yo' mama's street
but freddy's bitch-ass is dead, so now you got to deal wit' me
and ain't no need to make no part two, three or fo'
'cause I'm gon' kill 'em all in that first episode
slit 'em open with the straight razor
killin' 'em quicker than that mother fucker pinhead on hellraiser
i'm hellbound so the X-Raided loc ain't no joke
when I creep I use that nine-millimeter to split yo' face wide open
'cause nigga you know I got no brain
mama said when I was young I didn't play I liked to gangbang
my psychiatrist told me I was totally insane
i'm packin' a millimeter nine-a nina it's same daisy
I got that loco-active siccness
makin' a nigga lunatic
I fit you filthy murderous when I'm blastin' on them bitches
killin' 'em up, fillin' 'em up with lead
i'm full of that liquor I'm stickin' my trigga unloadin' da shit sicc
so psychoactive nigga bangin' the deuce-fo' s t r to the double e t
don't tell my nina you seem to be incubate
and I ain't trippin' on all that payback shit you ripped in jail
by then i'll have that nine to make that brain thang hang out, nigga
you fuckin' with the g'sta
when you runnin' up on the x you better bring your favorite preacher witchya
'cause you gon' need him to be a witness when I smoke ya
look you in yo' eyes and say "you shoulda been a loc'sta"
[Killa Hoe (Da Misses)]
creepin' through the dark with that motherfuckin' mask on
packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on
creepin' through the dark..
(..murderin' motherfuckers)
aimin' for the heart..
(..slaughterin' motherfuckers)
[x2]
[Da Misses]
pick up yo' god damn remote turn on your TV
ya hit the channel to one eighty-seven faculty
look in the light you'll see that sista, "hey LSG"
oh with the stogie-ogie-ogie now follow me
and to your death, yeah bitch you shouldn'tna fucked with a g
'cause I got that S A C on my motherfuckin' family, uzi
shit it gets crazier, disect your fuckin' heart
and bury your ass in the motherfuckin' park
pop chop chop goes your head
'cause it's the bloody murdy with the ammo gat that ya felt
my dear, catch the needle in your eye
time to get wicked oh yeah time to die
'cause the voices be sayin'
"misses start sprayin'
on these punk-ass niggas talkin' shit and nuts ain't even hangin'"
so slippedy slip slip slip slip slide
got the fuckin' glock and on your soul I'm 'a ride
because it's the motherfuckin' bone
ready to get gone
and it's da motherfuckin' miss with the mask on
[Killa Hoe]
creepin' through the dark with that motherfuckin' mask on
packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on
[Chopah]
Biatch get your grip 'cause I'm on that mission
I slit first like O.J. so don't let me start rippin'
shift up like a wind storm, now hollow ones make your body warm
but niggas are wanted for the life I have no pitty 'cause I love harm
so i.. want to bust caps like a g
hey g pass me the hk afta that nine-millie so them fools come remember me
"you crazy nigga," not crazy, I'm psycho
once I'm bustin' shots at them niggas moonwalk just like michael
I flip, 'how you flip?'
i'm flippin' it back and forth
i'm havin' one of them bitches movin' they mouth and playin' poor sport
oh shit mista nigga where's yo vest I'm 'bouts to pop ya
how many times do I have to tell you you cannot like fuck with the chopsta
I rip shit the fuck up, that's the perfect sign to
slit your throat, and bury your ass where no one can find you
with my mask on, my paths leave no evidence
black gloves black scarf crept I creep nights so handle shits
you punk-ass bustas
I heard you couldn't trust us
your set be should be on move sorry 'cause your whole block is bustas
vamp like that, black is cool I see no sunshine
knocka full of AKs and a backpack full of tech nines
biotch!
[Killa Hoe (Da Misses)]
creepin' through the dark with that motherfuckin' mask on
packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on
creepin' through the dark..
(..murderin' motherfuckers)
aimin' for the heart..
(..slaughterin' motherfuckers)
[Lunasicc]
Whan ya see my nina, ya shoulda ducked
just knowin' a nigga like Lunasicc don't be givin' a fuck
so uh, I lit it up now I'm gettin' up out of that bitch
tear my bucket down march with fo' fo's burned up on the fuckin' ground
I left him dead his bloody head left on the concrete
There he lay when the AK spray brains lookin like hamburger meat
i'm gettin' ghost like casper
but I'm not that friendly nigga I'm that Lunasicc bastard
i'm hazardous to my own health
just any minute I just might grab that nine millimeter and bust my own self
so we can take it to the next level
I go to hell and get at the grim reeper yellin' "fuck the devil!"
so we can take it to the crossroads, motherfucker
even then my nine steadily loaded killin' all you bustas
fill it up with hollow tips then pop nigga drop me one
fillin' all you devils up with them hot ones
kickin' down doors with x, shoot my gat in fuck the discussion
all I want is the cash, if there ain't none I'ma blast
killin' ya doctor, ya ambulance driva, and ya nurse
you're walkin' to your funeral 'cause x'loc blew up your hurse
you'z a victim of the lunasicc, hell of quick to blast
ash to ash dust to dust right up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
with the quicka, the reepa the nigga
takin' the gat with a blast straight to the dome
lunasicc for the nine-five bitch creepin' with my mask on
[killa hoe (da misses)]
creepin' through the dark with that motherfuckin' mask on
packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on
creepin' through the dark..
(..murderin' motherfuckers)
aimin' for the heart..
(..slaughterin' motherfuckers)
[First Verse]
My fore fathers was bought and sold, raped and sodomized
Now after eight hundred years you decide to apologize
Apology not accepted, too late for repentin'
Time to ride, homicide to William Clinton
That ass rippin', penetrated with baseball bats
Shoot him up with heroin and get him hooked on crack
Black folks been sufferin' in the United States
These United Snakes got us in divided States
Shell-shocked, Hell's got to be here on Earth
In the ghetto circumstances can't get no worse
Certain chances we takin' to survive, we got no choices
So we rappin' hopin' we can make it happen with our voices
I was too smart for football, too short for hoops
So I rode with the Crips and cliques thick with troops
X-Raided them tricks hated but I don't give a fuck
Uneducated bitches don't realize they stuck
You're oblivious to the fact that your life is hideous
We're holdin' our own and we don't need you to pity us
Plus, we got our own kind holdin' us down
Those who sold their souls, but it'll be cold
When we catch you, I bet you'll receive the death sentence
Turnin' racist generals into pulp non-fiction
Circumcision the "G" way
Murder the D.A.
Hit 'em with hollow slugs, show him no lee-way
[Chorus: x2]
It's too late for apologies fuck your sorrow
Doin' it one day at a time yellin' "Fuck tomorrow!"
In the streets it's crack, guns, and infected bitches
Genocide on the down-low, the White Man's wishes
[Second Verse]
My father figures was Arnold "Schwarzanigga" and Sly Styllone
Puttin' visions of murder in a nigga's dome, early on
I grew up, watchin' Al Pacino and Nino Brown
Tarentino is the one who let me know how to put it down
Television created a gang of niggas like me
We learned how to kill at home watchin' T.V.
It poisoned my mind as a youth
Introduced me to money, mayhem, and murder, I'm the product it produced
Let me loose to prowl, now they sayin' I'm a killer
Cuz European ideology's all about the scrilla
Ain't y'all feelin' the devastation you're causin' the Earth?
Steady exploitin' the milk of this bitch for all that it's worth
When it's ready to blow up, they gone leave this World and go on to Mars
Leave us torn and everybody up will be reachin' for stars
Why my people so caught up in money, cars, and bitches?
Don't you realize, you're fulfillin' the White Man's wishes?
[Chorus]
[Third Verse]
Lord forgive for all the blood that his body bled
And all the tears that his Mommy shed
The book says "Thou Shalt Not Kill", but I've seen more blood spill
Than all them vets on Hamburger Hill
It's real post war syndrome
I went to see my homie but his Mama told the homie been gone
And every time I turn around, it's a body on the ground
Fresh gun shot wounds, but he didn't hear a sound
When he came out the womb, nobody told him he would be dead so soon
The gauge went BOOM
It's America, I know you got a cure for AIDS
We need a cure for rage, on the rampage
Can you feel it? The tension's in the air thick
And hate got me so high I'm gettin' airsick
You got my people broke, lookin' for a buck to borrow
Doin' it one day at a time, FUCK TOMORROW!
Fuck your song!
I want revenge! I got a beretta named Vendetta
Time to answer for your sins nigga
And when you meet your creator tell him I said, "I apologize"
But I gotta ride...
[First Verse]
You live by the sword, and you die by it
The streets got a code of silence, and we survive by it
But some of y'all got the game crossed
We got our own set of laws in the land of the lost
Fools call the cops when it gets hec-tic
Snitchin on a homie when he suspected
Telling everything you know
Know your marked for death, anywhere you go
It ain't safe to show your face in the ghetto
Cause it done got around, everybody knowin yous a hoe
Don't be actin down now
Your days are numbered like a calendar
Cause we gonna blow your ass up like the challenger
We hold court like the wild west, Gun-fights
May the best man win, and its to the death
You can't slip cause if you do you thru
Another unsolved mystery for homicide to persue
[Chorus]
They find bodies butt naked in the south side
On his back full of holes with his mouth wide
Fuck 9-1-1 don't run when the cops come...
Get a gun and drop one
I'd rather be carried by six, then judged by twelve
White folks trying to put me in a cell
Let the streets be the prosacuter, judge, and jury
Let me have a trial by fury
Cause I done had it up to hear with these man-made laws
America ain't ever gave a fuck about y'all
Let the streets be the prosecuter, judge, and jury
Let me have a trial by fury
[Second Verse]
Now you can say what you want to say
But every dog has his day, so you gonna pay
Can't run , can't hide ain't nowhere to go
And if it ain't a bald head, then I got a fro
Thats on the four, and niggaz know I gives a fuck what they speakin on
I take flight late at night
Smash on in a broughm, mask on, my dome blast on your home
If you the homie than you know we mash on you when you wrong
Stand strong when it gets rough
Fuck breaking down, Niggaz catch rounds when they switch up
You weak belly bitch, softer than a jelly fish
Half heart, half money now, don't be acting funny style
Tell me this, where you learn the game from?
And which cartoon did you get your name from?
Cause you a character like Robin Gibbons
Like eastwood in the neighborhood, you unforgiven
In ninety-five you were "set trippin blocc style"
But I heard you be kickin it with cops now
What you did in the dark came to day
You can play now, but later on you gotta pay nigga
[Chorus]
They find bodies butt naked on the south side
On his back full of holes with his mouth wide
And fuck 9-1-1, don't run when the cops come...
Get a gun and drop one
I'd rather be carried by six, then judged by twelve
White folks trying to put me in a cell
Let the streets be the prosacuter, judge, and jury
Let me have a trial by fury
Cause I done had it up to hear with these man-made laws
America ain't ever gave a fuck about y'all
Let the streets be the prosecuter, judge, and jury
Let me have a trial by fury
[Third Verse]
Young niggaz hate to see a brother blow up
Immature kindergarden students need to grow up
Make me want to throw up when I hear a homie speakin on the nutts
Mind your own business motherfucka...buster
Now several of you evidently find it difficult to do that
The homie told me fellas is jealous
I gotta true that
Now who's that lookin in my window
Standing there just giving up the info
I let him have it to the temple
To put it simpley, ain't no way i'ma let a playa hater cripple me
You gotta pay when you cross game
Never say the homie's name, if you do we bring the pain
It's the same on all others
Tryin to send me to the devil, bring yourselves
Tryin to put you six feet closer to your maker
To kill all the Paul Bearers and the Undertaker
It's just a demo, and the memo says murder in the first
Them garden blocc niggaz break em' off the worst
Fuck a hearse, speed first and then incriminate them
Yeah, you play now, you pay later nigga
[Chorus]
They find bodies butt naked on the south side
On his back full of holes with his mouth wide
And fuck 9-1-1, don't run when the cops come...
Get a gun and drop one
I'd rather be carried by six, then judged by twelve
White folks trying to put me in a cell
So let the streets be the prosacuter, judge, and jury
Let me have a trial by fury
Cause I done had it up to hear with these man-made laws
America ain't ever gave a fuck about y'all
Let the streets be the prosecuter, judge, and jury
[Shaka Loc]
Blinded, by the way of the Locs, the haters hold to
Extinguish the flames, and blow the roof off with smoke
Whether or not it's West Coast, it's Mad Man fa sho this
Notice the raw talent, technique, but not no hits
Critics crack frowns for holdin' the town down
I'm mad now, just so sick of the same sound
Formed a method and kept it, use it as a weapon against you
Bionic issue, to raise above the role of officials
Chronic fatigue
Flossin' for nil, innate hatin' chromatic emcees
I'm chasin' faces of Satan
Waitin' on Daytons, debatin' whether or not to shoot for the stars
You know who you are, but you can't keep on jabbin' the jaw
I worked too hard, everyone carries a bucket of blood
From the sweat glands of a Mad Man, there ain't no love
So bizarre, drownin' in a lake called "Hate"
Shaka Loc and Nefarious without a debate
[X-Raided]
Right before I bark like a mastie
With lines harder than mastic
Spit rhymes like bullets, swell up your chest like mastisses
I've mastered this rap scene
Blasted every wack cat I've seen
I've got the best flow, no match for this West Coast rap King
And that's fact, not fabricated
Black Market advocated
With rhymes to substantiate it
It's fine, avidly hated
When I rhyme tragically premeditated raps should be segregated
Wack emcees and emcees with skills should be separated
Debated in Hip-Hop Senate
Empeach all Record label Presidents releasin' as many wack acts as No Limit
No critic is bein' critical of their pitiful releases
I'm Siskel and Ebert, two thumbs down, rippin' you into plentiful pieces
Spit this thesis to the drug pound, flood the mic in a receptacle
On stage, holdin' my testicles, speakin' in tongues like a processional
You're facin' inevitable spectacles steppin' to me
Your mid-section'll be crampin' like it was stretchin'
When a professional wreckin' the beat
Tears second to me, we all for total domination, COMPLETE
Vocal abomination can beat
With niggas like shootouts in the streets
Verbal automatic release at least a hundred rounds per discharge
In hordes, who else you expect to come this hard?
[Chorus x2: X-Raided + Shaka Loc]
[X-Raided] Shaka Loc they playa hatin'
[Shaka Loc] And we's aware of this
[X-Raided] Cuz what we spit is devastatin'
[Shaka Loc] And we's aware of this
[X + Shaka Loc] Beware of this, Shaka Loc and Nefarious we terrorists
[X-Raided] Fake killas be hesitatin'
[Shaka Loc] And we's aware of this
[Shaka Loc]
Dispicable scrutiny, interrogated and major hated
Strapped across a table unable to illustrate it
Certified Mad Man, made man, the script, the blue prints, the big hits
Yearly annual licks
Get my driver to stop it, the Planet must burn first
Shatter Earth with terrorist acts, it's the block or the turf
What makes it worse, is I ain't gotta lay down to hurt you
The verbal tec shells full of virtue (you better feel me)
To kill me, all slowly while we sleepin'
So watch for the heat-seeking scuds while you're creepin'
Been peepin' out the wicked ways on how you be handlin' business, Midget
Done focused in on how to get the digits, and did it
I broke down my heat in pieces
Now chronicalistically speaking, you should have no liking for this thesis
Point blank, the bottom line not to understate this project
Cuz where we at you'z about to wreck
[Chorus x0.5]
[X-Raided]
We deadly, quick to perpatrate like they want to confrontate
DJ's honor Raided
I serve emcees to get exonerated
It's on to me, that rap that your Mama hated
Cuz I created rhymes about jackin' and comin' after ya
Doin' things that's crime related
I'm related to all killas, all thieves, and G's
Got lyrics in my genes, my Grandma breeds emcees
Like Dogs, say "Sic Him", I hit him, and split him at the seams
Go for the jugular, muggin' ya like a New York City scene
I smother ya like a Mother that doesn't want her kid to inhale
Tortorous abortion, bodily forcin' you into Hell
Snortin' and exhale fire like medieval dragons
We evil Mad Men, for hire we leave people in trash bins
Leap with ferocity, X-Raided will shock all these trash rappers
Leave your track with gashes like it was attacked by velociraptors
I'd be at them platinum ones
Like Old Dirty Bastard I'ma get a Grammy
If I gotta run up in the ceremony with a gat and a gun
Understand me, I make your balls split
I make your dome shiver
Split your throat, with a sliver of my platinum plaque
I slither over tracks like snakes
Deliver raps with no mistakes
I'm a cobra spittin' venom in your face
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?
[verse 1:]
It's been on every day since they cut the umbilical chord
Been on a mission since my circumcision
Destined to be hard-core
74 the year the Steelers whipped on Minnesota
July 30 was the day that mama had a soldier
My big sister older than me by four years
Fed me when I was hungry and dried up all my tears
But I was a mama's boy spoiled to the core
Fifteen years later I became X-Raided
Hard headed and don't regret it
My mama told me to chill but I ignored her when she said it
Cuz by the time I was fifteen, I felt like I was twenty
Always wanted more even though I had plenty
I was honor be ?? no matter what mama say
Kickin it with Joshua, my Terry O, and Johnny Ray
Acting crazy cuz crazy was my nature
Gangsta rituals hereditary
Sometimes its scary cuz I think I hate ya
What could I have done to get myself a better life
Go to college and have some kids after I met a wife
I'm a non believer but leave it to beaver
Cuz in the neighborhood I grew up being what ???
It wasn't nothing but a gang of niggas like me
One put in the grave, the other in the penitentiary
It wasn't nothing else to destroy except for myself
The creation of my mama's pride and joy
[Chorus: x2]
1974, The president was Nixon
The cut the umbilical chord and did the circumcision
I was eight pounds, eight ounces
A bouncing baby boy
America's nightmare, my mama's pride and joy
[Verse 2:]
Now mama I never meant to cause so much pain
Gettin suspended from school, stealing cars, and running with gangs
I only wanted to be a man but never knew how
Only if I knew then what I know now
It would be a different story you would be glorified
Treated like a queen and put up on a pedestal way high
I can't deny it, I did wrong
But mama I tried to be strong, but I didn't fit in
Didn't belong
And papa didn't stick around to keep us safe and sound
Dysfunctional family and nobody to handle me down to do whatever
Thought I was clever but I ended up
Stuck in the penitentiary with forever
And a minute don't go by that I don't reminisce about the days
Mama held me in her arms keeping me out of harms way
Can you tell me, how did mamas baby become a killer
Who turned this African into an American nigga
With rage in my soul
Tearin me apart got me mad at the world with so much pain in my heart
From the start
Columbus and his boys was on a mission to destroy
Mama's pride and joy
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 3:]
I wish my life didn't turn out the way it had
If I could only do it all again but at last
It's too late for all that coulda shoulda woulda mess
And I'm way too strong to be walkin around sad and depressed
But I get mad when I think about the way it is
And the way it was when me and my big sister was kids
Who's to blame
It's a shame
I'm so confused and deep in my soul I feel the pain
Mama it's true, I don't know where I came from
Where am I headed
When will it all be ?? instead of hectic
My childhood was non existent
My sister had to be a woman at sixteen with no assistance
Where was your god when my life was going down the drain
Late at night didn't you hear me calling out his name
Or was it meant for me to be a black sheep when all I wanted to be was happy
Now how hard could that be
For mama's pride and joy
[Kingpen:]
Woop Woop
Who got the keys to the coup - load up the street sweeper
It's time for niggas to meet the reaper
Keep a full clip - cause the bull shit get fatal
Game official like felix mitchell
I'm bringin drama to the table
Don't a give fuck yeah
When I'm stuck yell - I fell G in the court bail
Paper-hungry nigga
Savage tactics
Stackin more mail
Name ringin like door-bells from the A Block to the Gardens...
Nine zips for the mardrin and the droughts is what we charging
Niggas be starving
But me and mine ain't goin out like the average
Doing thangs and living lavish
Keepin it crackin - stackin cabbage
I'm a savage about my chippas squeezing zippas
Down the [? ] politicin all the world [? ]
[? ] my order top dollar
Paper chasin and poppin collars - ain't no love for none of these marks
Don't let these
Nines bark like rockwilders
I holla - like holla in surgery I'll open fire on these marks
Tryna murder me - it's time to ride...
[Chorus: x2]
It's time to ride yellin' Madman
Misanthropy - Do or die til I last stand
We never knew the repercussions of bustin' but this is something we lovin'
Without this money we nothing - so grab the straps and keep comin...
[C-Lim:]
Gone up in the Halfway house so you halfway clowns... kickin it -
Gone put my strap straight down - to yo ass face down
Sicc in the dome and ya'll acted
Lynch kick it with all crackers - don't got no real niggas around
Come to that kill
Nigga I slap you
I clap you for playing my music - you made it up to Luni
Cause I flashed "I ain't playing with you fools"
Spray you with the Uzi - weak ass baby
You a poodle - I'm a bang you with a noodle - Zigg Zagg want me to play with the
Cuchi and put my finger in the booty?
Tall Cann - You hate with the fools - but I ain't bangin on you
[? ] demanded
The payment was due - I can't blame it on you
Kevin "damn" you can't even come to the studio to rap? (scary ass nigga)
But you can go hide out at the parking-lot
Keeps you [? ] To the studio to snatch a CD from Big Hollis The Dragon
Brotha Wimp
Don't come for shit - you here like Michael Jackson (he-he)
Bitch you not from the Blocc
My Blocc-Niggas come out
And when the funk - Siccmade don't come out... Ya'll niggas Punk Out...
[Chorus x2: X-Raided & Kingpen]
It's time to ride yellin' Madman
Misanthropy - Do or die til I last stand
We never knew the repercussions of bustin' but this is something we lovin'
Without this money we nothing - so grab the straps and keep comin...
[X-Raided:]
There's something bout the cashflows
So pass hoes dollars and "enchacoolos? to my distrib. and the [? ] holla
"send the rooboes [? ] rushin' cheques - you know I got love for the game
I recognize [? ] have the spill to havin' fame
But at the same time
I got a squad to feed - and I claim mine
'these is niggas I ride for thieves' so blame mine
If your CEO don't show up for work
He delinquent - with them royalty cheques... (red alert)
Run up in his office
Toss his computer off his desk - cross his mouth with tape and let these Rugers off at his head
If we escape
We gone do with the props - we want the cheddar
If we get some props in the process - it's all the better
But I stress the fact that I rap to get that scrilla - and if I feel this shit ain't workin
Then I'm a get that Milla - Nigga kill the
Speakers
Crush the Mics and burn up all my rhymes - Put the ashes in the Urns
Turn up all my crime
Turn down this music - I'm bout to burn the studios 'like a arsonist' -
Huntin' down my incitive with a fourty-four - spark it in cartridges
In his ear exploding
Murder my publicist - cause the bitch ain't been promotin'
I'm hopin' it don't come to that but I
Burly act every contract negotiation
Give me what I deserve - or I'm a have to waste it - procrastinate with a Madman
Is a bad plan
That's past hating - So what recorded you better have my cash waitin' in order...
[Chorus x2: X-Raided & Kingpen]
It's time to ride yellin' Madman
Misanthropy - Do or die til I last stand
We never knew the repercussions of bustin' but this is something we lovin'
Without this money we nothing - so grab the straps and keep comin...
[T-Nutty:]
I'm here
So when I take my seat at the table - I'm a rip everybody on your label
From the celebrities to the unable...
Most definitely it's gone get payed for
Nigga don't play broke - I need those chips
So I can turn em into mashed potatoes
Lyrical K.O - to establish a better pay-roll
Tryna have it to where de-leigo
My eigo - soon as I say so...
Young T-Nutty 'cause - next in the line
Wipe me up a little bit nigga... and I bet you I shine
It's time to ride yellin'
Cash man... to the record companies
Cause I'm doin' bad man and honest business if you ain't dunkin' me
Dunkin' me in the soundproof - like your name was Michael Jordan
Tryna grind off my rap - with rhymes 'you just ask
The [? ] thinkin' I'm a support
Doubt my lifestyle's important and when I'm broke it starts to shorten
So don't come up short - I'm a youngsta but I'm a locc
Nigga don't act like you don't know - It's T-Nutty from the four
Gettin' nutty for the doe.
[Chorus: X-Raided & Kingpen]
It's time to ride yellin' Madman
Misanthropy - Do or die til I last stand
We never knew the repercussions of bustin' but this is something we lovin'
Without this money we nothing - so grab the straps and keep comin...
[X-Raided:]
[Verse 1]
I cocked my mind back mental magnum spit hollow point venom vigorously
so you can respect my way of closing people lyrically
rappers be plantium and call on me level high skill is my criteria
with prize for smashing on men for the inferior
it's nefarious not biggie, nas or jay-z
fact not non-fiction I'm truly living this ghetto legacy, it was blast for me
wen the source neglected the don killuminati
can shoot a stri lyric unease so they can ride past me
I'm a vigilante equipped with infinite lyrical arson
deliberate and intentional this is war I hope you taking it
personal not reversible, dispersible
I need a batik semi automatic
blasted, blast quik x-raided the rhyming achromatic
I done had it up to here with these pathetic fabricated war stories
being spit by these over exaggerated master of cermony's
polly prolly want a cracker cause you parrots parrot all you hear
prepared your day of reckoning is all to near
[Hook: x2]
If you disrespect that my cock take back and shoot till it jams
post war syndrome sticking it on like blue to the dance
so many of my men gone died in the war didnt make it home
never at ease I'll never step on my g's in this warzone
[Verse 2]
Miscellaneous elements create this magnum opus
optimist prime suspects knowing I'm the illest lyricist
rhyme catalyst, hella bent and extremely hazardous
chemically war in balance the rare and the dopest
have me on hiatus politically exiled x-raided
nefarious elminating rapper's cause it contract madated
penetrated the game with stolen no limitations
black market's mad man 5 star generals stripping ya'll maggots
holding all ar's hostage by the flocks cock glocks
with ransom notes demanding mad man's increase in stocks, poisoning as ham locks
specifically delivered to you
x-raided wont pay ridiculous revenue
for a record review if the truth, rearview
reflections of a misanthropist past this
now my squad dominanting bill board top 100 hit list
criminologist the culprit Jon rambo bound
orignal jacka mysterious murder glove never found
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Infiltrated I crossed all the enemy lines
obliterated many infiltrates like secluded land minds, conscious minds
shoot at hypocritical politcal factus
evious gats systematically killing ignorant rappers
unsympathically expressed briefly pressed in options gotta spit your mind
from the highest elevation on earth can top this
I'm relentless steadily brain bashing weak mc's
please I question if you really klack gats and push key's, unexpectedly
the rap game dictated ya'll tragedy, heavy arterially
infiltrated what you claim flawlessly game tight I profess my ghetto star exquistely
I'm pulling hoe cards of all wack rapper's within this industry
prepare for the impact of my catastrophic clarity, you cant damage me
nor defeat this post war strategy
I sit on the strong of the western hemisphere yelling who got my back
all literal under achievers suck my testical sac
[Chill Bola]
I'm so sick of these little
trick ass cats
and their bitch ass raps
acting like they factors
they ain't nothing but rappers
they need to miss us with that shit, that they try to make us believe
you ain't no killas dog, just like you rap and blow weed
I hang with, cake movers
3-time losers
big body pushaz, and marijuana abusers
chickens never refuse us
they always go with us
even your baby daddy wanna roll wit us
y'all some wack niggaz
I'ma nigga that rap
without this rap shit you cats would be some square ass macks
its bola and X-raided
them niggaz they love hating
middle finger salute for all of the thug nation
this is for my true trippaz
door hing kickaz
forty cal packaz, and all of my thug niggaz
so I'm just rapping just what you see trick
I take it to the streets quick
I let it be known
what you gone see is what you get BITCH!!!
[Chorus x3: X-Raided]
let it be known nigga
call your bluff like a phone nigga
chrome trigga make your bone splinter
its on nigga
connecting puzzle pieces, put together the trigga releases
he projected cause we down for whatever
[X-Raided]
fuck around and get kidnapped by a masked man
tossed in a black van
either give us the cash, or they find your ass in a trash can
I'ma mad man
figurative, and literally speaking
life is a game and I'm trying to win and nigga I ain't above cheating
deleting enemies like a mistake on a computer screen
its a horror flick and I'm the director
we gonna shoot a scene
shotting me a forty-four caliba gat
and I blowing your brain right out the back
of your cerabellum like J F K
and watch 'em get the fuck out of the way
coming to spray parabellum
got tired of trying to tell them
im ready to buck
leaving you stuff, bout to erupt
like mount st. Helens
da felonies crimes commited
cause I'm commited to living this gangsterism
killa cos me and my nigga
aint down for riding for mistaking our senses
we making decisions
is it life or death
I suggest you pick a later date to be painless
splatter your brain with the smith and wesson stainless
is a lesson to be learned
you better pay attention
y'all nigga is bitches, I blew up your stomach like water retention
im water resistant
aint no wetting nefarious
niggaz wanna bury us
cause they hoes wanna marry us
niggaz is scary as a calvary line
aint got no courage
il serve fitin to that shit that you heard
every word bitch let it be known nigga!
[Chorus]
[Chill Bola]
my nigga I never hesitate, to extend an extra clip
when them niggaz be running off they mouth with all that excess lip
let his blood drip
let the nine kick
at anytime, take frame of mind
to immobolize your whole clique
punk bitch
get addicted clpis to your clips
and if you playing the captain
then you falling with ship
let it be known
I send a squad of killaz up inside your home
strapped with fully's and chromes
leaving your body exsposed to bones
while I'm posted at the tele
hit me on my celly phone
no love your orders is carried out
that problem you had is gone
so bitch niggaz break bread
and cough up my dividens
before they stay to view the body
while I'm contacting your next of kin
we packing straps for caps
pulling jacks for scratch
infest your hood with bombs
like we did them japs
making you fumble up your bundle
when I hit your ass with one of them slugs
[First Verse:]
When I was young, I wanted to be man of the house
Have a car, kids, and Vanessa Williams as my spouse
A dog in the yard, to protect the premises
Fuck Good Times, I'm talkin' about some of that Cosby shit
Four bedroom home, white trimmed with green
I'll be a doctor, regular American dream
I'll go to college, obtain some knowledge and a degree
I'll go to Stanford, CSUS, or maybe UCB
Could go to law school, try to pass the bar
I could be a fireman, maybe a movie star
Could play hoops and be the next Mike J.
Gettin' paid for a game I like to play anyway
Man, so many options, which will I choose?
Pursuin' my dreams and I'm willin' to pay dues
Gotta take care of Mama, I'ma buy her a house too
Look out for my sister, the first thing I'ma do
When I'm rich, no more apartments full of roaches
We'll have the best of everything, at least that's what I'm hopin'
So in the innocence of youth, I stand strong
As my future unfolds I keep holdin' on
[Chorus:]
Hold on, never let 'em see you shed a tear
My soul's gone, on the inside I've been dead for years
Hold on
Mama, all my love's for you
So much drama in the World, what's a thug to do?
[x2]
[Second Verse:]
Now it's deep, it's gettin', it's gettin' kinda hectic
Cuz life as an adult ain't quite what I expected
Bills to pay and mouths to feed
Everybody askin' for what they want, instead of what they need
I thought it would be easy, I was mistaken
Thought my folks would have my back, but they be fakin'
I went to the pen instead of college
Tryin' to have more than a dollar in my wallet
Fucked around and got a girl pregnant
My baby
Won't be neglected the way my Daddy did me
All of my dreams turned to nightmares
And if I tell you about it, maybe you might care
I got a [???] girl pregnant but she got an abortion
Said I wasn't disciplined and didn't have caution
Didn't want her only child to be fatherless
She told me I would be dead before next autumn hits
I disagree, but maybe she's right in a sense
Cuz I'm a "G" until the day they put me in the crypt
No bullshit
Hard livin' got me on one
Until the day I D-I-E I'ma be holdin' on
Standin' strong
[Chorus]
[Third Verse:]
Holidays come and go kinda quick in the pen
I got a call from my sister, it's my birthday again
I barely noticed, deuce-five to life for murder
On Thanksgiving they fed us potato tots and hamburgers
I made my bed, but it's too hard to be layin' in it
Fightin' the drama, but for some reason I'm stayin' in it
Writin' to Mama, "Can your son get a visit?"
"I'm feelin' a little depressed, can you tell me what is it?"
"What you suggest? I'm stressed out beyond belief."
"So much weight on my chest daily, I'm missin' the streets."
Got me stretched out like a pregnant lady's belly
X-Raided is stagnated and it's drivin' me crazy
I created this situation, I know that's the truth
No father figures in the ghetto, but that ain't no excuse
Mama excuse my behavior please
Feels like my soul's gone
Pray for your only son, need to be strong
And hold on
[Chorus:]
Hold on, never let 'em see you shed a tear
My soul's gone, on the inside I've been dead for years
Hold on
Mama, all my love's for you
So much drama in the World, what's a thug to do?
Hold on.......shed a tear
My soul's gone.......dead for years
(No father figures in the ghetto but that ain't no excuse)
Hold on
Mama, all my love's for you
(Mama excuse my behavior please, feels like my soul's gone
pray for your only son cuz you need to be strong)
So much drama in the World, what's a thug to do?
Stretched out like a pregnant lady's belly
X-Raided is stagnated and it's drivin' me crazy
I created this situation, I know that's the truth
No father figures in the ghetto, but that ain't no excuse
Mama excuse my behavior please
Feels like soul's gone
[Intro:]
Bloc Star, Bloc Star
Bloc Star, Bloc Star, Bloc Star
Yeah, Grown mans music bitch
Bloc Star, Bloc Star, Bloc Star
Yeah, Grown man music
[Hook:]
Long as the world is spinnin
Whether I'm dead or livin
I'll be hated forever, Eternally Unforgiven
For all the times I commited sins
Misery never ends
Havin visions of the flames my soul will be burnin in
I'll be turnin in my grave, Unable to find peace
With people prayin that I rest in grief
Let it be
Long as the world is spinnin
Whether I'm dead or livin
I'll be hated forever
Eternally, Eternally Unforgiven
[Verse 1:]
While pregnant with me
Mama rubbed her stomach at night
When I was born
She said she knew I would be somethin in life
Mama told me I was a gift to the whole world
Cause she pushed me out and had a nut
That made her toes curl, Yeah
She said Look at his pretty eyes
What a beautiful smile
He's a bouncing baby boy
What a beautiful child and he hardly ever cried
So cute and peaceful
Until he turned 16 and started shootin at people
Now he's murderin innocent folks and bangin his gang
Garden Blocc Loc's, Deuce-Four
Slangin his caine, Schemin to hide from mama
Believin the drama is painful
A demon in the streets
At home he's mama's little angel
I'm the opposite of Nas
Nefarious, X-Raided
I'm hell's son
Till God's kingdom or hell comes
I'll drop bombs
I'm the Spawn, Lucifer in my mom
BlocStar Entertainment.com, Welcome
It was 1991 when I came to the game
And I was I'll before Cypress Hill was insane in the brain
Let me explain the real
Give you a little history about the siccness
And what it was really meant to be
Now what it meant to me
It was gangsta, Shit so pure
It was sick with no cure, Literally
Wasn't no middle with me
And to spit it, You had to live it, Represent it with me
Hear the genisis, Reminisce with me
The trinity in the beginning
It was Sicx, Lynch and me
Lynch was in the Gardens
Sicx stayed in the middle of The Creek
When I was freestylin to Dr. Dre instrumental beats
I was rhymin about car chases and nines sprayin clips
When Scarface was a Geto Boy and his mind was playin tricks
When Pac was doin the humpty dance with Digital Underground
I was bangin Blocc Crip, Puttin niggaroes underground
By the time I met Sicx
I was sick with the spits
He introduced me to Lynch
We started producing the hits
That "Niggaz in Black EP" and endangered "Nigga Deep"
In 1991 we hit the streets in Sicx's Caprice
[Verse 2:]
South Sacremento, California
Garden Blocc, On Florin Rd. in the Tower Records parkin lot
We hit the neighborhoods where niggaz like to spark the glocks
And if they hated, Stomped 'em out if they was hard or not
And I was 16, Havin wicked and sick dreams
And witnessin Crips schemes on missions to get cream
Seein apartment managers evictin indigent fiends
Whose kids will never know what legitimate innocent means, scream
Elicited by sick scenes
It was live and explicit and as vivid as visions on split screens
In the Cadillac Apartments on Stockton & Riza Way
Where old man from PJ was slangin 3 Ki's a day
Where all the G'z would say stay when they came from Sac to East LA
And all the G'z would say that I would be a G someday
Cause I was down for the gun play
Raise and squeezing the K
And instead of savin me
Mama getting on her knees to pray
When Brotha Lynch told me to chill
Sicx told me deal
The homie C-Bo told me to get scrill for studio time
The only homie in the crew to ever tell me the real was Big Tony
He told me to be true to the rhymes
But I was youthful and blind
Black Market gave me a deal
Told me to build but homie I was out of my mind
J-Dogg and Slim handed me nines and they trained me to kill
And that's what I did, The truth is deeper than you can define
Why should I lie when it's evil and the truth is divine
I don't write fiction, nigga
All I do is shoot from the mind
My addictions to benjamins, liquor, cars and chronic
Fuckin bitches when I should have been at Enharmonic layin vocals
Instead of runnin the streets sprayin the.44
What can I say? Forgive me God, I was just loco
I heard J-Dogg was murdered by the Meadowview Blood
Hit their hood at 2 in the morning to settle it 'cause
Kicked the door down, Pitch black, Entered the house
Saw it on the news the next night
Injured a spouse, Died at the scene
Cried and screamed the night that I'd seen all the reports
Somebody's mama died in the course of gang bangers seekin revenge
Cockin them hammers, It was a woman, A grandma
Shot in her pajamas, An arrest and a trial
God, I was just a child
With a talent to rhyme because God blessed the child
It was an accident, An absolute tragic event
Didn't even know she was dead 'til after the hit
I could never kill a niggaz mama, man
They're all that we've got
I swear to God, On the Blocc
I did not fire that shot
But I'm responsible, So I accept responsibility
I'm a product of society and my moms stability
Rather the lack there of
I'd sacrifice my life
And give anything to be able to go back there, 'cause
To reverse the slug, Reverse the spurts, Even if it hurts
God, Reverse the blood and reverse the hearse
God, Reverse the curse and rebirth the her
I mean it all, I didn't even have to rehearse a verse
Screamin Lord forgive me
All the bangin that I did
Hey, All of the pain that I inflicted as a kid
Hey, Judgment day
Consider this before you curse me
I was only a child, So Lord have mercy
Forgive me, All the bangin that I did
Hey, All of the pain that I inflicted as a kid
On my judgment day
Consider this before you curse me
I was only a child, So Lord have mercy
[Talking:]
When I was a child, I thought as a child
When I became a man, I put away childish things
Ya heard, No more games
Bloc Star, Homie
No more games
[Hook:]
Long as the world is spinnin
Whether I'm dead or livin
I'll be hated forever, Eternally Unforgiven
For all the times I commited sins
Misery never ends
Havin visions of the flames my soul will be burnin in
I'll be turnin in my grave, Unable to find peace
With people prayin that I rest in grief
Let it be
Long as the world is spinnin
Whether I'm dead or livin
I'll be hated forever
[First Verse]
X-Raided locc never was a choir boy
Ya folks got a gang of priors
Maybe that's why one-time's be triflin
Tryin to give a young nigga thirty-five to life
When i ain't even done nothin wrong offica
I have no in-fo to offer-ya
He asked my name so i came off the brain
Told him, "I'm John Doe and this is my hoe Jane"
He said, "smart mouth nigga, don't make me do ya"
Put my thumbprint in his high-tech computer
My name came back with a warrant, felonies
Now they got me down town, spreadin my anus
Buttocks, I'm like, "what the fuck is it now ?"
They say I robbed a liquor store; they know when, where, and how
And it's foul, got your boy to' up from the flo' up
Moms in the courtroom lookin like she bout to throw up
It's a strong armed robbery, strapped in the commosion
Pre-trial conference, D.A. got a proposition
He said your losing trial, you'll get 38 with "L" on top
Take the deal he'd give me five with havin most of the charges dropped
Hopped on the deal quicker than flash
It's sad I admit that, but two and a half ain't bad I got getback
Sentence me to five, two I gotta bring
Only strike one, swing batta batta swing
[Chorus]
One-eight-seven on the D.A.
He ain't tryin to give a young black nigga no leeway
Yes yes... y'all
One-eight seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em' all
You better swing batta batta swing
Cause when you get your third felony, thats fifty years you gotta bring
It's a deadly game of baseball
So when they try to pull you over
Shoot em' in the face y'all
[Second Verse]
Now i'm fresh out, unrehabilitated
Raided doin hella good, and my P.O. hates it
Hates dick, she's a dyke lesbian bitch
Can't wait to violate me for some petty ass shit
I gotta get a job so I'm fillin applications
Fightin the temptation, of slang-nation
Minimum wage don't get it, five bucks an hour don't cut it
Raided ain't widdit
Fuck it, went and struck it rich on the dope sack
The homie gave me two, and told me to bring him fo' back
Now it's time for me to start havin thangs
Got me a coupe and painted it candy apple green
It gleams, clear coat sprayed on thickly
Fools out to get me cause my shit is lookin sticky
I'm at the club and I can feel them sucka's scopin
I'm knowin they plottin on me, but I'm still hopin
They won't try my unless they want to die
They will be drippin more blood than Mrs. Simpson was
Sho' nuff, ain't a bluff, here them sucka's come
Got me reachin under the panel to handle the forty-four caliber gun, uhh
Spun him around with a fat magnum round
Got him on the ground makin funny sounds, uhh
I got a problem, witnesses
Ten pos-itive identi-fa-cations
[Chorus]
One-eight-seven on the D.A.
He ain't tryin to give a young motherfucka no leeway
Yes yes... y'all
One-eight seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em' all
You better swing batta batta swing
Cause when you get your third felony, thats fifty years you gotta bring
It's a deadly game of baseball
So when they try to pull you over
Take em' on a chase y'all
[Third Verse]
I'm on swoll, five years later
Fresh out the pin, locc'ed up I'm X-Raided
X-Raided locc ready to have me a ball
Fuck my P.O. I'm goin AWOL
They all can suck my dick
I'm sick and tired of goin through all this bitch-made shit
I got two strikes right now as we speak, and peep
I'm not gonna let you motherfuckas do me
A petty with a prior will buy your fate
With wilson in office you gets no date
So I'm putting my belongings on grayhound bus number twenty-two
Headed to another state, me and my crew
Unpack my shit, stack my grip
California and Pete Wilson can suck this dick
If you already didn't know, you couldn't trust his bitch ass
Look how he did Polly Klass
Used her death, and the family's name
To gain more votes, and political fame
And it's a shame, I'm the one they sayin is a monster
Juvenile delinquent, steppin out of sequence
Fuck that, I ain't goin out like a punk
That ain't my style, rip him from his asscrack to his nuttsack now
They wanna kill a nigga like me
I blast one, blast two, strike three yellin...
[Chorus]
One-eight-seven on the D.A.
He ain't tryin to give a young motherfucka no leeway
Yes yes... y'all
[Chorus: x2]
The Cemetary's full of G's, died for the cause
Dead on Arrival, at the hospital, he died in his draws
And a rider falls every day, no more retaliatin'
But best believe we go to war....
[First Verse]
I had a dream that the Lord Almighty snatched my soul
Saw a tombstone with my named etched in gold
Heard my Mama cryin' "Baby don't you leave me this way"
Heard my homies say "Come back and represent EBK!"
So many homies, in a journey, I decided on mine
Nine millimeter slug through his shirt blew out his spine
Coulda beat my thug to the draw, quicker than Jesse
Hollow tips, had the crime scene bloody and messy
Now bless these souls of the infants that died at birth
Never witnessed the sickness that plagues the Earth
For what it's worth, rest in peace to the ones that failed
At least there ain't no stress, unless that ass is in Hell
Unleash grief, on the enemies I put in the grave
To be continued, when I see you, on judgment day
It'll be a venue, when hot shit is all I desire
Even if I get sentenced to burn in eternal fire
So consumed by this rage, I'm predictin' revenge
Got me ridin' for my homies through committin' sins
When will you feel me? Not until we all dead and shit
My headstone read "Nefarious" that's all and that's it
[Chorus]
[Second Verse]
The car hit the corner, felt the slug enter my chest
Burnin' like some brimstone initiatin' the process of death
I felt my soul slippin' into that dark abyss
My body lettin' go, bowel movement and then I piss
My soul lifts, closed eyes, lookin' down at the scenery
Thinkin' "Oh no that can't be me with intestines layin' in the street"
Send the sheet, cover me up, stuff me into the body bag and close it
Feel my body bloatin', I feel my body floatin'
I know my enemies gloatin', smokin' blunts and celebratin'
"X-Raided Loc is dead!"
Just maybe either Heaven or Hell is waitin', now my vision's fadin'
Purgatory is my home
My soldiers heard the story, so now it's on nigga
[Chorus x0.5]
[Third Verse]
Now don't you cry for me, FUCK pourin' out your rum
Round up the thugs and watch slugs pourin' out your gun
And it's begun, enemies best to run from dusk til' dawn
Got a vendetta, seekin' revenge like that nigga from spawn
You a pawn and I'm the King, but you the one that's in check
Black roses on your grave, ultimate disrespect
Collected obituary pages for the lives thats ending
Step into the mortuaries daily, so many funerals attended
I never intended to be a thug but destiny drug me in
Grim Reaper already got a grave to plug me in
No way around it, one of these days I'm gonna have to meet the creator
Nobody on Earth is perfect, I hope God ain't a PLAYA HATER
[Verse 1:]
I followed that bitch to her house
She's kind of stupid, walking through the block without a spouse
She's got a hold of her purse with a death grip
But the purse ain't what I want so don't trip
I know she saw me when she started walking faster
I grabbed the glock and I was just about to blast her
But then I stopped because I thought it'd be much better
If the bitch is still alive then the pussy gonna be wetter
So the chase was on, I started running
I said "You'd better stop, cause if you don't I'm gonna be gunning"
She didn't stop so I popped on in her knee
That's when she straight-up hit the motherfucking concrete
I grabbed her legs and threw her in the buck
She said, "Don't be so rough cause I really wanna fuck"
I started digging, my nigga, I was digging
She had a knife and in my back that bitch was digging
I was high so I didn't feel shit
She realized she was fucking with a lunatic
She started screaming "Let me go," loud as fuck
Cause of her hollering I busted me a fat nut
I stood up and started wiping off my shit
And put it in her mouth and said "Suck bitch"
Don't get it twisted it wasn't my dick the bitch was sucking
It was the barrel of my glock that had her head ducking
I took it out and stuck it in her pussy
I pulled the trigger and the nut came thick and mushy
I grabbed my gun and disappeared like Jack the Ripper
Young X-Raided is a real bitch killer
[Chorus: x2]
The B the I the T the C the H
The K the I the L the L the A
It's the devil in disguise..
Oh yeah, in disguise
[Verse 2:]
It's Halloween and I got a treat
I'm dressed like the Devil and I'm handing out human meat
And every hoe that rings my bell
I drag them in the house and take them on a trip through Hell
Let's say, for instance, there was this white bitch
I met her before at a store but this time she got to die and shit
I drug her in my back room
On her stomach, puppy-style, stuck my dick up in her womb
She wasn't screaming, she was loving this dick
I couldn't nut; the bitch was having too much fun and shit
I stuck my knife in her ass with no Vasoline
I stuck it deeper and deeper and then I heard her scream
I thought the pain from my knife was why she hollered
But she was nutting; by my blade she was not bothered
She busted a nut around my dick that shit got hotter
The bitch's nut was boiling hot like scalding lava
I started screaming, she was laughing like a mother fuck
My dick was burning half to death cause of this slut
She let me go and I ran for my act-right
My hands was bleeding, I was squeezing trigger hella tight
Like twenty shells I let her have it to the face
When smoke cleared there wasn't a motherfucking trace
Where was this bitch? She disappeared like great Houdini
Against the wall was something sicker than zuccini
I blew her up in bits and bits, her face were gone
MY dick was raw and nibbled to the bone
But she dead, her head was like exploded nigga
A close encounter for the motherfucking bitch killer
[Chorus: x2]
The B the I the T the C the H
The K the I the L the L the A
It's the devil in disguise..
Oh yeah, in disguise
[Verse 3:]
Cruising down Stockton slow, giving hoes crazy stares
They on their stroll, and half of them I put them there
I saw a bitch, kind of young, Chinese and black mix
I roll my window down, "Thirty bucks for this trick?"
She approached the Jeep, "I give you a G if it feels like tight"
She said, "The way you talking I could suck your dick all night"
Then it was on, I took her home, that was like her first mistake
Cause what the ain't gonna give, X-Raided locc gonna take
I took her in my room G
She laid on the bed and said, "Daddy, come and kill me"
Not knowing that's what I had for that ass and get
Like Rick James I'm fixed to torture this bitch and shit
I laid her on her back with them spreaded
I grabbed my razor blade and pussy lips got shredded
She was bleeding like that time of the month
I cut a hole fat enough to stick my fist up in her cunt
Stunt that life span that dope got sliced
Bleeding like a hemophiliac sucking dried ice
I chopped the bitch to bits and bits, yeah
[Verse 1:]
I'm like a full moon in the sky
When you see me
You know it's about to be another crazy night
X-Raided - Loc
Back up in that ass Bitch
If you slipping
That's what your motherfucking ass get
My gun is like my dog
And I be yelling sick 'em
Give me 24 feet
Or be another victim
I ain't got no regard for none of them Busters
I don't need no reason
And ain't nobody coming to save you
Cause it's open season
I squeeze the trigger and feel it kick a little
I'm looking at you in your eyes
While your face is splitting down the middle
Now here's a riddle
Do you got a answer for this
What do they call it when your body stiff...
Rigimortis
Niggas pouring out 'Ol-E for thy dead homies
But I ain't pouring out shit
Cause I didn't know him
And ain't no love for him
So while you reminiscing me
And my Niggas is yelling rest in piss bitch
We can take it to the next level
Pick your weapon
Make the grave diggers know to include a shovel
And dig a hole deep enough for you to meet your maker
X-Raided Loc - number one Life Taker
Everybody dies
[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no way around it
They search for the fountain of youth
But they never found it
And on that day I die
Ain't nobody going to cry
Everybody wants to go to heaven
But don't know why they want to die
[Verse 2:]
Now they hunting for me like they did Frankenstein
Gang of niggas
Like that Lynch Mob; Pogo sign
They got torches, rope, and ride pumps
I could either be a soldier
Or a quiet punk
But I ain't never been nothing but a Block Banger
Young Rider
Packing me a brain hanger
So don't side
Or it'll be another homocide
I like your glass house
Nigga, get your ass out
About to pass out
And shit your drawls
Cause I got that phat.44 caliber magnum pointed at your jaws
Got my hair in a afro puff
Cause I'm in a rage
I know you feel me baby
We on the same page
The 12-gauge will put you on your back
We'll get along better when you dead
Cause I'm a necropheliak
I'll peel your cap
Until your brain is showing
So I could see what the fuck you was thinking about
Cause evidently you ain't knowing
Can't nobody fuck with Raided
With this slow shit
So I'm going to have to labotimize you with the whole clip
To let you know that I'm the number one life taker
X-Raided seding motherfuckers to meet their maker
Everybody dies
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I'm getting vicious late at night
Like Ebeniezer Scrooge
Dead homies coming back to tell me that to do
Paranormal activity
Like on Poltergeist
Or the invasions of the people that came to snatch your life
I can't explain it
And I really don't see no need to
Cause you could feel me if you drunk and off that weed too
Them little voices getting get in my head
Thinking it's time to murder
So if you slipping
When I'm tripping
Then I'm going to have to serve you
I'm sicker than a nigga that spent his youth in Nam (Vietnam)
That's why my psych trying to make me take Synnacuam
But fuck being calm
I'd rather tear up shit
Let everybody know X-Raided Loc is in this bitch
I'm a nigga that you can't handle
And every night I see the frame of death
In the flame of a candle
Telling me to turn the nine on myself
But it ain't enough liquor on the store shelf
To get me drunk enough to contemplate a suicide
You or me
Who would I rather kill
You decide
But keep in mind
I'm the number one life taker
X-Raided
Sending y'all niggas to meet your maker
Do you wanna get high
Uh do ya wanna get high wit me
Do you wanna get high
Uh do ya wanna get high hey
[Verse 1]
Just another day livin in the hood
Why is everybody all up in my business
Can somebody tell me why can't you do your own thing and let me do mine
X Raided loc knows how I feel
People in my mix tryin to sob my tale
So drop it like it's hot
Time to shake the spot
When I need some weed I head to the block
Singing Mr. Weedman don't do me wrong
Like Bob Marley, I'ma smoke until my brain is gone
Mr. Weedman you gotta do me right
If it's the bomb I'll be back every night
Mr. Weedman don't do me wrong
Like Bob Marley got me smoking till my brain is gone
Mr. Weedman you gotta do me right
If it's the bomb bomb weed like every night
[Chorus]
Do you wanna get high
Uh do ya wanna get high (Get high) wit me (Get high)
Do you wanna get high
Uh do ya wanna get high (Get high) Hey (Get high)
[Verse 2]
Raise up all the windows and blaze the J
Kick back and let the Calgon take me away
All I really wanna do is ease my mind
If I let them, they'll have me stressin all the time
I wanna get twisted, kick back and rid my brain of the bullshit
So drop it like it's hot
Time to shake the spot
When I need some weed I head to the block
Singing Mr Weedman don't do me wrong
Like Bob Marley got me smoking till my brain is gone
Mr Weedman you gotta do me right
If it's the bomb bomb weed like every night
Mr Weedman don't do me wrong
Like Bob Marley got me smoking till my brain is gone
Mr Weedman you gotta do me right
If it's the bomb bomb weed like every night
Do you wanna get high, uh do ya wanna get high (Get high)
Wit me (Get high)
Do you wanna get high, uh do ya wanna get high (Get high)hey
(Get high)
Do you get high [x3]
Do you wanna get
Do you get high [x3]
Do you wanna get
Do you wanna get high, uh do ya wanna get high (Get high)wit me
(Get high)
Do you wanna get high, uh do ya wanna get high (Get high)hey
(Get high)
[Verse 3]
All I really wanna do is ease my mind
If I let them homies stressing all the time
I wanna get twisted kick back and read my brain of the bullshit
All I really wanna do is ease my mind
If I let them homies stressing all the time
I wanna get twisted kick back and free my brain of the bullshit
So drop it like it's hot
Time to hit the spot
When I need some weed I head to the block
Singin uh do ya wanna get high wit me hey
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
A nine in my mothafucking guts, so cold
(...My nine is easy to load...)
So I keep the mothafucka on safe
Cause a nine in your dick ain't safe
Rolling up in a devil rag Caprice
Triple-6 the Bounty got the clip to my piece
Roasted dark meat tonite we gonna feast
Load'em up, Nigga Deep on a creep, boom, boom
Let'em see what's up, the Brotha Lynch
Straight using my life broke
All I see is devils and gun smoke
But they wanna be heaven sent
Boom and that's how my trigga went
Gotta fix that crack
Mama gotta grave, nigga shit like that
Put a nigga aching, having fits like that
Guns on safe but it clicks right back
(...Going out on a mothafucka like that...)
Now I'm dead...
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
The nigga with the mothafucking sickness
Cut ya pussy with a razor blade, bitch
Come sit on my face, bleed all over my face
Get up, now let me nut in ya face
Nothing but the atheist talking that crazy shit
Something like the triple-six sickness
Bitch, ya betta be used to be a bitch
Ya betta be used to me when I picture six six six
I'm layin' on my bed like a grave
Praying I'n not that way, I'm like this:
Put ya wound on my lips
The Brotha Lynch biting to the skin rips
X-rated flicks, nothing but the Brotha Lynch sickness, bitch
Fuck him if ya nigga wanna talk some shit
Punk mothafucka [Gunshot]
I'm the mothafucking Brotha Lynch...
(...Going out...)
Loadin'em up!
(...on a mothafucka...)
Blowin'em up!
(...like that...)
Nigga, I'm sick of this shit
Bitch, open ya legs for this
Now guess where my trigga went...
[Triple-6 Bounty]
Triple-6 mothafucking Bounty fiending to eat this mothafucking mob
pussy...
So there is it, nigga...So I'ma kick this shit for ya...
Give it up for the Endangered
And that's how my nigga went
Rough, so fucking rough, my nigga's trigga went rip gut
So fucking what?
My nigga Lynch ain't the nigga you thought he was, bitch
Catch a bullet of Lynch Hung
Or the swing of a left foot's swang
By the fool who speaks in Devil tongue
That's how that nigga went
Plus that how my trigga went
Would ya figure by now?
You mothafuckas consider him insane
The Baby Killa's already dead
Boom, boom, filling the lead in a baby's head
Skitzo, my nigga went buckwild
Hah haaaa...
[X-Raided]
Niggas is coming for me from all directions whole court the streets
Fuck the police we never call protection
I'm right here mothafucker I aint hard to find
Them niggas you came with riding they aint as hard as mine
I heard a bitch nigga say raided needs to die
Wanna see raided dead what's the reason why
Retaliation, Revenge for convictions and murdered ones
I'm in the pen one phone will murder ya son
Your homeboys is bitch-made dont even speak with the ??
Its deuce four six eight rip your teeth out ya face
I walk a daughter cross a nigga never roded up [??]
Selenas valley ride time never folded up
So who da bomb x cazenscy? raided
Una bomb future mind mad man shot caller like juvalon super don
Sin capater capture attack niggas capital punishment
Dumping bodies in Sac Rivers
[Chorus: X-Raided]
Niggas is coming for me
Where can I go what can I do
Niggas is gunning for me
For the shit we did to they crew
And now they hunting for me retaliation on they mind
But I'm waiting for them with dessert eagles and tech-nines [x2]
[Kingpen]
Niggas is coming for me retaliation for past sexes
Niggas is gunning for me because of ?????
Niggas is hunting for me locating me and black sacks
But aint got nuthing for me stay straped nasty and fat sacks
Get me ?? I know these niggas play for keeps
They wanna catch me slippin by and lay a nigga six feet deep
But peep I'm a savage in these co streets like Jay Joner
So bring the yellow tape and the white cheeks around the corner
These niggas gonners if they call us when the wars on
Return the streets into a warzone full of chrome
Desert eagles moving ? in the reaker about that nigga and his people
Kill em all wont be no sequel because I'm lethal like street nine
Lunatic wit a sick mind like Manson
Empty the clip 187 dancing
Leaving them lethal creeping why you creeping with a mask on
Kick in the door and get my blast on
[X-Raided]
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: x2]
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
[X-Raided]
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 x2]
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
One foot in a grave and eleven inches insane
I got it, a lunatic causing other mothafuckas pain
Devil saw the X-Raided with much heart
Down on a killing spree, come up missing on a milk carton
Kick back and laugh, another nigga get toe-tagged
If you ain't from the Blocc, you live in a bodybag
Straight from the south side, watch out for the butcher knife
Cause niggas I know live down the deuce-fo' life
Locs on my face, not takin'em off for a fucking thang
Cops on my ass, based on a fact that I gang bang
Another description is a nigga with a mental problem
My lifetime occupation will be squabing
Dangerous lunatic always down for a rampage
Fuck a hand gun, I'm the one with the 12-Gauge
Ain't no words for me, I'm a straight out psychopath
I rip out your liver and then I give my boys half
Slapped ya ass based on a fact you was a punk
Cap in ya face and another corpse to the city dump
Committing crime and never taking a second look
To tell the truth: a nigga from Sac is another crook
Illing for the fact I got my hand on some 8-Ball
So when I starts to tumble then another nigga takes a fall
So in my next life I think I be a grave digga
[Verse 1:]
Im have visions like Frank Lack the milleniums dead
Wakin up in this cell thinkin why am I here
Can you tell me how many times can one man die
Mr. Kavorkian, please give me one more try
I'd rather rest in peace than live my life in this living hell
Real niggas living bad while them fake niggas livin well
Bustas is picking on me, what can I do about it
Im gonna ride and you rhyme and when I spit it I shout it
No doubt about it its misery but these niggas aint knowin
Got me in this penitentiary tryin to keep me from flowin
So I'm going 51-50 local bitchmade busters
By all means necessary nigga
? motherfucker
I heard that if I die it's a casualty to war
I know you niggas is dissapointed but I'm back once more
The disciple will judge what the fairness is
Playa haters wanna bury the snitch
[Chorus:]
Had me dead on arrival
No chance for survival
I know everybody gotta die
But when it's my turn to go I wanna go out with a BANG
Fuck pain and suffering, shoot me in the brain
[Verse 2:]
Now there aint no way up out the game when you in to deep
Bullet holes through the brain put me in to sleep
Put you out your misery like you the Lazy Duff
If I get to heaven first I'm gonna wait for ya
When you with 25 like the only way to escape
Is to run for the gates and let em hit you with eight
Right in the middle of the door I blow my brains to pieces
And send me straight to gangstas paradise with the trigga releases
I rest in peace and at last lord thats all I ask
Throw me in a casket and throw some dirt on my ass
Lets get it on but no more pain and no more expectations
I know my dead homies up there waitin
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 3:]
Dead on arrival no chance for survival
I know everybody gotta die
But can you tell me why I'm having visions of slugs
My head penetrated
Them niggas murdered X-Raided
Guess who retaliated
You risk the game to the broad
It was your decision
My designated assassin got infared vision
He did it quiet no mention the murder on the news
Game over you knew the rules
Callin all soldiers
Load up the clips and your holdsters
50,000 dollars reward on wanted posters
Ride til you die puttin it down like you supposed to
Its the beginning of the ending
Game over can you feel it
Tension is in the air
Scaring niggas to death producing heart attacks
A black spread with green dots your pulse is fading
Flatline cuz your ass is hating
[First Verse]
If it's on I'll kill my own like a Civil War
This EBK, what the fuck should I be civil for?
It's over, pour into my bullet tips
Split you open like a pinata cuz you full of shit
Manana nigga I'ma do you non-believers bad
With heavy artillery like Sigourney Weaver had
Cuz you an alien or foreigner up in the town
Either you or I, do or die about to shut you down
Bout to hunt you down like elk in the woods
In the hood nothin' else expected
Accept it, it's what I protected
No excuse, nothin' else respected
Known to shoot whenever we tested
Shit is about to get hectic, Chaos!
You gone need the sounds to bring you back from where you rested
May God Bless it
I'm agnostic so keep that!
Pure toxic up in your eyes, nigga peep that
We know where you sleep at
As we speak my peeps is mashin'
And we know that you weak ass bunglin' bitches is who we snatchin'
She catchin' hollow rounds
Shots to the head make a hollow sound
Got away with murder, PARANOID! I push this bottle down
One sip put the bottle down
And blaze a blunt this one's for you
Now you rest in peace, no hard feelings bitch I swear it's true
If it's necessary Black Market do what's called for
And best believe when it's time for war we all go
And we all know nothin' comes before this chessboard
Two knights and kings fightin' screens, yes Lord
[Chorus]
I'm spittin' venom like a moccassin
Grab a glock, CHAMBER, droppin' men
DANGER, in my RANGER, and I got to win
DELUSION, no ain't no killin' X-Raided cuz I refuse to
[Second Verse]
Bet all them fools'll know, funk if they want it they got it
All my proponents is riders committin' murders sporadic
We quick to get up inside ya blow out your thigh boy
Psychotic shootin' while yellin' "You got to die Boy!"
Never should've crossed me, flossy glossy like fresh made varnish
With a reputation too solid to be penetrated and tarnished
Harness rage, it's strong, let it loose and you flagrant
Produce a strap from my draws, introducin' slugs to the vagrants
Statements was made so foul, niggas is funny style
Tell a hundred niggas you hate me but when you see me you smile
But all the while, you thinkin' muthafuck X-Raided
But in your heart, you never really felt you could fade it
Debate it, what I represent nigga, this G.B.C.
Northern Cali freeway from the Sac-Town back down to the M.S.G.'s
So hit the freeway, no lee-way cuz this ain't your zip code
You keep your lip closed
Or you get those lips swole
We got your shit exposed, stay the fuck away from us
We'll light you up and disappear like we vaporous
My cavaliers, wearin' battle gear, run up in your fort
Put bullet holes in your shorts
Left you dead on your porch
Then we torched your spot, my cohorts got counts calculated
Shout out you hate it
That's what you get for doubtin' X-Raided
Deport your corpse in where the cops'll never bother to look
Rigormortis decompose you, served ya, bored, and now it's over
* send corrections to the typist
[X-Raided]
X-Raided, say it three times
In the dark and the gun he carries up
Spray it three times to the heart like Bloody Mary
But not the alcoholic beverage nigga
I'm the type to get after the tightest dog for leverage nigga
I'm competitive nigga
I slay more people than you
And I'm a predator nigga
Way more evil than you
Spray a Desert Eagle at you
Let your flesh roast in fire
And that's [?] I'm Jesus West Coast Mesiah, what's ya'll
And recognize this
It's my life that'll make the nicest rapper
You know, bow down and kiss my Nikes
I wish ya'll, would be real
Instead of prime time actin'
Speakin' behind my back like chiropractors
I got the nitro factor
Send my ho at you
She got the gat, and that's for real
I'm a hydro bastard, like caine
Foo you ain't able to play my game
That's why you get live ones to the gun
Every time you day my name
[Chorus]
I wish ya'll had the balls to just tell me the truth
You thinkin' fucc X-Raided
But I'm screamin' fuccyoutoo
Wish ya'll quit playin' the role like it's all cool
You thinkin' fucc X-Raided
But I'm screamin' fucc ya'll too
I wish ya'll had the balls to just tell me the truth
You thinkin' fucc Madman
But we screamin' fucc ya'll too
I wish ya'll quit playin' the role like it's all cool
You thinkin' fucc Madman
But I'm screamin' fucc ya'll too
[X-Raided]
I wish ya'll niggas'll understand
We'll whack your kinfolks
If we go broke we got plans cuz we Jack-ramento
Rep your city, nigga Sac-A-Indo
Where niggas pity square ballaz
Cuz the killaz is quick to mack your mental
[?] fits at the town
Bitch we'll jack your rental
Wish ya'll niggas would recognize this, Sacramento
Step aside nigga don't you feel the Earth vibratin'
Rise up out the grave
All my niggas heard Brian Haydan
Resurrected, I'm the real nigga reanimated
And life is hectic
Strong enough to make a man be a hater
I suspected ya'll niggas was schemin'
To step to me mean
Cuz every time I see you I hear the Jeopardy theme
Then I got more answers for yo ass
Than Iverson and Alex Trebeck combined
Splatter you spine when I blast
Shatter your neck wit a nine
Add up the sets
24 plus 6-8 plus deuce-9
Equals 121 niggas willin' to grab you until you die
[Chorus]
[X-Raided]
Mutha fucca!
[Various people]
-=talking=-
Yeah nigga
This Big Fook Loc nigga from Madman Records nigga
Livin' in X's shoes nigga
So we give all these shout outs nigga
Naw fucc shout outs, we givin' out fucc you's nigga
Fucc you mutha fuccas nigga, you know what I mean
Your folks here T-Nutty Nut and the Garden up in this bitch
All these mutha fuccas don't wanna play our shit on the radio
Fucc You! nigga
All these mutha fuccas don't wanna put our shit in the stores nigga
Fucc You Too! nigga
Nigga attorney generals nigga
Why you bitches is mad at us nigga fucc you [fuccyoutoo]
Parole officers, probation officers, nigga
Baby mama's too nigga fucc ya'll [fuccyoutoo]
Everything nigga you know
This Madman nigga for life nigga
Respect No Love said that nigga
[Killa Hoe]
Yes, motherfuckers
yet you have entered the psycho ward
where the X-Raided lays his head, niggas
so let that nigga tell his story... beotch
[X-Raided]
I be stalkin' like jason, nigga I ain't sayin' shit
mask on wit' a machedi in my right mit
ain't gon' be no "cha cha cha. cha cha cha"
'cause all you gon' be hearin' is "ratta-tat" and "pop pop"
and it ain't gotta be no friday the thirteenth
I don't give a fuck if it's sunday the fifteenth
any day is good for me to go and kill a ho
so fuck the money, mo murder mo murder mo
and it's a nightmare on yo' mama's street
but freddy's bitch-ass is dead, so now you got to deal wit' me
and ain't no need to make no part two, three or fo'
'cause I'm gon' kill 'em all in that first episode
slit 'em open with the straight razor
killin' 'em quicker than that mother fucker pinhead on hellraiser
i'm hellbound so the X-Raided loc ain't no joke
when I creep I use that nine-millimeter to split yo' face wide open
'cause nigga you know I got no brain
mama said when I was young I didn't play I liked to gangbang
my psychiatrist told me I was totally insane
i'm packin' a millimeter nine-a nina it's same daisy
I got that loco-active siccness
makin' a nigga lunatic
I fit you filthy murderous when I'm blastin' on them bitches
killin' 'em up, fillin' 'em up with lead
i'm full of that liquor I'm stickin' my trigga unloadin' da shit sicc
so psychoactive nigga bangin' the deuce-fo' s t r to the double e t
don't tell my nina you seem to be incubate
and I ain't trippin' on all that payback shit you ripped in jail
by then i'll have that nine to make that brain thang hang out, nigga
you fuckin' with the g'sta
when you runnin' up on the x you better bring your favorite preacher witchya
'cause you gon' need him to be a witness when I smoke ya
look you in yo' eyes and say "you shoulda been a loc'sta"
[Killa Hoe (Da Misses)]
creepin' through the dark with that motherfuckin' mask on
packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on
creepin' through the dark.
(.murderin' motherfuckers)
aimin' for the heart.
(.slaughterin' motherfuckers)
[x2]
[Da Misses]
pick up yo' god damn remote turn on your TV
ya hit the channel to one eighty-seven faculty
look in the light you'll see that sista, "hey LSG"
oh with the stogie-ogie-ogie now follow me
and to your death, yeah bitch you shouldn'tna fucked with a g
'cause I got that S A C on my motherfuckin' family, uzi
shit it gets crazier, disect your fuckin' heart
and bury your ass in the motherfuckin' park
pop chop chop goes your head
'cause it's the bloody murdy with the ammo gat that ya felt
my dear, catch the needle in your eye
time to get wicked oh yeah time to die
'cause the voices be sayin'
"misses start sprayin'
on these punk-ass niggas talkin' shit and nuts ain't even hangin'"
so slippedy slip slip slip slip slide
got the fuckin' glock and on your soul I'm 'a ride
because it's the motherfuckin' bone
ready to get gone
and it's da motherfuckin' miss with the mask on
[Killa Hoe]
creepin' through the dark with that motherfuckin' mask on
packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on
[Chopah]
Biatch get your grip 'cause I'm on that mission
I slit first like O.J. so don't let me start rippin'
shift up like a wind storm, now hollow ones make your body warm
but niggas are wanted for the life I have no pitty 'cause I love harm
so i. want to bust caps like a g
hey g pass me the hk afta that nine-millie so them fools come remember me
"you crazy nigga," not crazy, I'm psycho
once I'm bustin' shots at them niggas moonwalk just like michael
I flip, 'how you flip?'
i'm flippin' it back and forth
i'm havin' one of them bitches movin' they mouth and playin' poor sport
oh shit mista nigga where's yo vest I'm 'bouts to pop ya
how many times do I have to tell you you cannot like fuck with the chopsta
I rip shit the fuck up, that's the perfect sign to
slit your throat, and bury your ass where no one can find you
with my mask on, my paths leave no evidence
black gloves black scarf crept I creep nights so handle shits
you punk-ass bustas
I heard you couldn't trust us
your set be should be on move sorry 'cause your whole block is bustas
vamp like that, black is cool I see no sunshine
knocka full of AKs and a backpack full of tech nines
biotch!
[Killa Hoe (Da Misses)]
creepin' through the dark with that motherfuckin' mask on
packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on
creepin' through the dark.
(.murderin' motherfuckers)
aimin' for the heart.
(.slaughterin' motherfuckers)
[Lunasicc]
Whan ya see my nina, ya shoulda ducked
just knowin' a nigga like Lunasicc don't be givin' a fuck
so uh, I lit it up now I'm gettin' up out of that bitch
tear my bucket down march with fo' fo's burned up on the fuckin' ground
I left him dead his bloody head left on the concrete
There he lay when the AK spray brains lookin like hamburger meat
i'm gettin' ghost like casper
but I'm not that friendly nigga I'm that Lunasicc bastard
i'm hazardous to my own health
just any minute I just might grab that nine millimeter and bust my own self
so we can take it to the next level
I go to hell and get at the grim reeper yellin' "fuck the devil!"
so we can take it to the crossroads, motherfucker
even then my nine steadily loaded killin' all you bustas
fill it up with hollow tips then pop nigga drop me one
fillin' all you devils up with them hot ones
kickin' down doors with x, shoot my gat in fuck the discussion
all I want is the cash, if there ain't none I'ma blast
killin' ya doctor, ya ambulance driva, and ya nurse
you're walkin' to your funeral 'cause x'loc blew up your hurse
you'z a victim of the lunasicc, hell of quick to blast
ash to ash dust to dust right up on yo' motherfuckin' ass
with the quicka, the reepa the nigga
takin' the gat with a blast straight to the dome
lunasicc for the nine-five bitch creepin' with my mask on
[killa hoe (da misses)]
creepin' through the dark with that motherfuckin' mask on
packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on
creepin' through the dark.
(.murderin' motherfuckers)
aimin' for the heart.
(.slaughterin' motherfuckers)
(Course 1)
You gotta check your bitch
check that bitch
before she fuck around and do some drastic shit
and have yo ass in that jail house stessed out
cuzz that bitch went and ran her muthafuckin mouth
(Verse 1)
peep my smith and wesson was locin what not
after i blast had a fight with my dogg
that ace told me sicx was getting in that ass
but i still shot that foo in his fuckin face
now that dre slept with
my ho was in the vehicle
seen the whole senerio
and told me baby u so crazy
nigga u halla down
and i was eating it up like 4 pounds
sicx said x - loc better smoke that bitch
i didnt listen cuzz the pussy to this black ass dick
i never did heard say no move exte
up and down
had me a gangsta bitch
six days later i was at the house watching a tv show
americas most wanted i seen my face and i said oh no
hoped up quick got to packin my shit told the ho lets go
thats when i heard sacramento police say open the gat dam door
i looked out the window and saw
halla sheriffs white cars and police
that punck muthafucka
was leading the whole gat dam packnium
anit no need for me to play the role like im super man
when they kicked in the door
iwas alredy on the floor saying please dont shoot me man
he walked in and put his gat on to the back of my neck
my name aint rodney king
but it stilln seem nigga cant get no respect
asked me my name and i said no mouth you sorry ass bitch
which means i aint about to tell your punk ass shit
his face turned halla red he drived me to his skwat car
and went talk to my girl and i was praying
she wasnt saying what i thought she was saying
came back and told me mr. brown you young sorry ass bitch
your black ass in arrest little bit of that little bit of this
and im thinking if he knows my name means my girl must of told him
which means my gangsta bitch was a pranksta
homie
(Course2)
you gotta check yo bitch
check that bitch
quick before she fuck around and do some drastic shit
and have your ass in that jail house stressed out
cuz that bitch went and ran her muthafuckin mouth
187 in the hood cant say shit
one time thinking it was pre maditated
and now im in the muthafuckin county jail
aint that a bitch that bitch
yous a ho u know yous a ho
we got jacked by them cops and u told them everything you knew
you a ho yuo know yous a ho
i wish a muthafucka hada let me know
(Verse 2)
now they got me county
hooked on 187 which is murda
and about 4 of the charges
a nigga never heard of
like 1202.5
which means i used the automatic
to bust a cap and made that foos muthafuckin face
crack with a 186.2 means it was gang related
1878 which means my shit was premated
told me i was going
2 days later i went
judge said if i cant afford a lawyer
hell be happy to appoint my
thinking a loco dont know the deal
when
up that river
so i
shit
he said but that bitch as a witness
aint no acting to get out of this pradickament
they got no gat or evidence they can use to convict me
but they got that bitch fuck they need to get me
told let him hit it and she did it
snitch on me and evedintly that bitch was with it
shit getting crazy down in my ends
gun charges it was 35 to life in one of those pins
all my years done left out and all my little hos gone left me
lost about thirty pounds im looking frail
while i use to heafty
Bout to make change
but thats all gone to the left
young nigga stuck on stress
thouht about 24 pounds & 29 ways a loc can kill him self
no aint gonna do it but its makin time go pretty sweeeet
two weeks later and my starting loc
wouldnt you know witness came up missing
in the milk carton
nigga they cant touch me cuz ive been locked up
i know who didit the G-blocc homies but i wont admit it
i had when they said i was a akuitit
even do all this shit could have been avoided
if i had just checked my bitch go check your bitch
(Course 3)
check that bitch
quick before she fuck around and do some drastic shit
and have u in that jail house stressed out
cuz that bitch went and ran her muthafuckin mouth
187 in the hood cant say shit
one time thinking it was pre maditated
and now im in the muthafuckin county jail
aint that a bitch
that bitch
that bitch
XRaided takes it sicc day by day
California trying to send my ass to pelican bay fool
had a story to tell and he told it
had a song to sing and he sung and your boy got time
Railroaded like amtrak young niggas stress death
and dont nobody got my damn back
and when you star warring even skywalker was a snithch
so call me han solo would say im rollin up in this bitch
and just me myself and I aint no way in hell xraided let xraided die
thats why I keep my back against the wall cops and ya'll watching me
waitin to see if gunna fall, nah im always on mah tippy toes
stayin sucka free busta a dick n aint fukn with you nasty hoes
murder in tha first degree with premeditated this shit is fucked up
and im incarcerated.
Trying to keep my head up living do or die
my momma says shes fed up and late at nite she cries
I got all the odds against me somebody tell me why sitting
Its the muthafuckin' X and im back on a dope track
man ya got to listin how to keep a ho stackin'
what you got to do to have your bitch clockin'
is put her on a skirt and sit her on "Stockton" fish-net stockins
Tight around thick dock make it look good to the normal nigga eye
she'll make a killin even if she ain't fine
Cuz a big ass and some titties is a gold mine, deuce-nine dollars
A nut, two nuts is 58, an extra 4 if want the hoe to masturbate
A blow job is 30 bocks a hit
But it's worth she see the hoe swallow the gooey shit
And when your through she be comin to see daddy
Like a O.G., you know me, I'm sittin in the Caddy, kick back
Look at the hoe like Wow Bitch your my slave, what should I make you do now?
You can't treat a bitch good, you know
What good is a pimp if he ain't slappin his hoe
So niggas, let a bitch know you don't play
And say that they gotta price to pay
i want my muthafuckin money
you either pay me or pay no muthafuckin mine
i gotta get it through every muthafuckin time nigga
you know what im sayin
who's the muthafuckin ho nigga
bitch give me my muthafuckin money when i ask for it bitch
nigga fuck that stomp that ho nigga
i want my money bitch you know what im saying fo sho
(Verse 2)
Who's the hoe? A bitch named Tammy was the trick
She gave up the pussy for not one cent
She didn't pay, fuck it I kept the hoe
Every night at 6 A.M. I was Climbing out her window
The close homie hit'em too
but i dont give a fuck cause the niggaz from the crew
I can't lie, I hella liked the bitch
But like Vamp Dogg said: "Once a bitch, always a bitch"
So why try to change her?
I rather play the role and treat the bitch like a stranger
The only woman I respect
Is my mother and my sister disrespect I break yo neck
It's hella easy pullin hoes
cuz they all on the dick from the datin' and the vouges
so stupid bitch you gets no play
we from the gardens
and you got a price to pay yeah
like i said pay me or pay me no muthafuckin mine
if you see me walking through the mall
sagging my levi's with a muthafuckin cellular phone outside
you know the goldie and the vouges and shit
dont even say shit bitch cause you know what i want
if you aint gonna drop the draws dont even stop and pause
(Verse 3)
Just by the greedy bitch all you have to do is flash a little bit
of the cash and the question that she asks is how much money do you make
but if you really listin it's how much money can i take
fake niggas dont know the game though they in love with a pretty ass burnin ho
but fuckin with me she'll get a pat on her back a tore up pussy and a tic tac
based on the fact she swallowed all the sperm the bitch thinks shes gettin a free perm
and a dress and a sweater get real fuckin with me and you'll be granted with a happy meal
and oprah winfrey you'll get your ass whooped you better keep fuckin with a cookbook
your intelligent and a flat lady but dont ley yo-yo get ya tore up
and if you think im treating you wrong pack your shit and get your monkey ass on
go stay with your mama and say them niggaz from the gardens dont play
ya ya ya you got to do the right thing
you got to do the right thing
and the right thing is to pay me
you could lick me from head to toe
you know what im saying a quick blow
cause im from the fo
and you got to give me all your mail
you know what im saying
i need a double up you gonna pay for it
(Verse 4)
The bitch thats giving up the cash
I know some hoes who would stright up jack your ass
You might go to the mo-mo and get you some
but you wakin up broke and feeling dumb
She made you cum then your ass went to sleep
she got your keys and out the door the hoe creeped
You got got by a sneeky ass bitch
who's ridin with another nigga frontin your shit
you had to have the caught thats what you said
and you thought the hoe was front cause she gave you head
It was all of the bitches plot
Big spider web, yo ass got caught
You went in her that night loc
Yeah, red lobster a big fuckin joke
She got fed ate and paid quick
And all you got was a show on the sticks
See, niggaz just love the buy shit
the hoes cry to make a nigga go for it
not me cause see i do it my way