| Nigga
|
| While you do this shit for fun
|
| I do this shit on wax
|
| Getting paid for my raps on my income tax
|
| Stack G’z, shippin CD’s nationwide
|
| California to Alaska
|
| New York to Nebraska
|
| Ride, when it’s necessary
|
| Otherwise I’m at the record company flirtin with the secretary
|
| That shit you speakin on is obsolete
|
| Irrelevant issues
|
| You a wannabe
|
| And your crew is softer than some Kleenex tissues
|
| Me next to you is like Mike Jordan next to Mugsy Bogues
|
| You mug me rollin in Buggy cuz we rollin Vogues
|
| Jealous fellas must be hatin it cuz I’m havin mine
|
| Yo animosity got me knowin I have to have a nine
|
| And half the time I paccs mac with two Gloccs
|
| I sport a vest, fucc that shit they did to 2pac
|
| Don’t take it off for shit when I’m in a foreign land
|
| And can’t no white Lac creep up on my Caravan
|
| When you the man you gotta roll with major ussalama
|
| You never know who’s plottin
|
| Be ready for the drama
|
| And recognize when you slip you slide till you die
|
| By homicide, when they got the element of surprise
|
| Open your eyes and it’ll infect you like so poison ivy |
| Have you in an ICU connected to an IV
|
| Lungs collapse perhaps it was premeditated
|
| Then niggas hated cuz I’m Raided nigga
|
| X-Raided: They say fellas is hella jealous
|
| In Sac-Town
|
| So I don’t fucc with 'em
|
| They Say
|
| Dott Dog: Fellas is hella jealous
|
| In Sac-Town
|
| I know what’s up with 'em
|
| X-Raided: Yeah, they say
|
| Fellas is hella jealous
|
| In Sac-Town
|
| I know what’s up with 'em
|
| Fellas is hella jealous
|
| Dott Dog: In Sac-Town
|
| So I don’t fucc with 'em
|
| (X-Raided)
|
| Now you gots to be cautious
|
| One-times' in the hood tryin to hawk us
|
| You can’t slip cuz if you slip they aim for the heart
|
| So after dark I’m on the under in a Skylark
|
| Them dogs bark
|
| And sellin wolf ticcets but I ain’t buyin
|
| Tryin to have me in a casket
|
| My nigga I ain’t lyin
|
| Get that ass kicced if you come to close to the head colas
|
| Tryin to have you gone takin your head smooth off yo shoulders
|
| Somebody shoulda told ya
|
| Soldiers march till the bass kicc
|
| It’s like NASA, you gotta give me space bitch
|
| Enemy cliccs, orbit the hood like satellites
|
| Knights stay cuz they on the saddle through wars, battles, and fights |
| They try to get you
|
| Especially if you havin cash
|
| Hatin to see you with hoes and shit they never had
|
| You mad cuz you broke but whose fault is that
|
| Them jealous fellas is the reason that I brought a strap
|
| X-Raided: They say fellas is hella jealous
|
| In Sac-Town
|
| So I don’t fucc with
|
| They Say fellas is hella jealous
|
| In Sac-Town
|
| I know what’s up with 'em
|
| Nigga fellas is hella jealous
|
| In Sac-Town
|
| So I don’t fucc with 'em
|
| Nigga fellas is hella jealous
|
| In Sac-Town
|
| Dott Dog: I know what’s up with 'em
|
| (X-Raided talking)
|
| Yeah… Nigga…Hatin ass mutha fuccas
|
| Niggas always on the dicc, everytime I see ya
|
| Bitch ass nigga… yeah
|
| (X-Raided)
|
| Ths ain’t no game
|
| Studio gangsterism promoted sayin they ridin
|
| But residin to Southern Dakota
|
| You get checced
|
| Cuz you neglectin yo duties as a warrior
|
| You get no respect
|
| I only got love for the neighborhood destroyers
|
| That put it down with a passion
|
| If you got funk, you got action
|
| No hesitation when we smashin
|
| And the destination’s your barrio
|
| You better be ready
|
| Make your brain look like spaghetti |
| Then we run faster than Mario Andretti
|
| It’s on… in a major way
|
| Playa hatas watch yo bacc, it’s yo day to pay
|
| We ain’t gon play nigga
|
| We serious as a heart attacc
|
| Bustin through offensive line bringin the Quarter bacc
|
| Concusion sustained
|
| Bringin the pain like Reggie White
|
| And every night we strapped ready for a deadly fight
|
| Like Daniel Boone, paccin the big gun that goes boom
|
| Premeditated niggas hated cuz I’m Raided
|
| It’s yo day of doom
|
| X-Raided: Nigga fellas is hella jealous
|
| In Sac-Town
|
| So I don’t fucc with 'em
|
| Nigga
|
| Dott dog: Fellas is hella jealous
|
| In Sac-Town
|
| X-Raided: I know what’s up with 'em
|
| Nigga fellas is hella jealous
|
| In Sac-Town
|
| So I don’t fucc with 'em
|
| Nigga fellas is hella jealous
|
| In Sac-Town
|
| I know what’s up with 'em
|
| (X-Raided Talking)
|
| Nigga what, what
|
| X-Raided loc, yeah
|
| Dott Dog
|
| From Sac-Town to Stock-Town nigga
|
| From the south side to the north side nigga
|
| Murder ya’ll bitch ass niggas |