Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fatal Blow , by - NefariousRelease date: 28.02.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fatal Blow , by - NefariousFatal Blow |
| Next Song is Fatal Blow |
| The yeah yeah yeah, Black Market |
| X-raided in the house |
| We break it down |
| Tell me who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody) |
| Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) |
| Who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody) |
| Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) |
| We pass the microphone back and fourth like chronic |
| Twisted linguistics, no english, just spanish and ebonics |
| Criminalistic thug luv ain’t a damn thang changed |
| And most kickin potent shit that fucks up brains |
| Now im a ellaborate the first one |
| First we collaborated and built a bomb |
| Now its time to detonate it |
| A nigga we kickin americas ass like vietnam |
| Nationwide be it bump from cali to kingdom com |
| X-Raided's a veteran in this nor cali rap field |
| Decapitatin motherfuckers wit this lyrical sword I build |
| Medieval on that ass, chop off your tongue, pull out your teeth |
| Youll never rap again, fuck up your voice, like D-O-C |
| Cause X-Raided dont play no games |
| But them deadly kinds |
| Lyrical combatic release the verbal acrobatics from a deadly mind |
| I fuck wit fellas and people wit major melan-in |
| And all the remainin get hit wit the automatic flamin |
| Now |
| Tell me who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody) |
| Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) |
| Tell me who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody) |
| Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) (Bitch) |
| Who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody) |
| Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) |
| Tell me who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody) |
| Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) |
| My mental state ain’t never been straight |
| Wit the draw like desparados |
| Who get away in old school chevys' |
| Pressin heavy on the throttle |
| Empty bottles of hennesy |
| And my eye out for the riders |
| We yell fuck the P-D |
| Yeah thats the motto |
| We callin on all thugs |
| No fakes, murder for hire |
| Paper chases, we callin more races |
| Wipin out these disses of haters |
| Deliverin fatal blows, vital sign turned flat line |
| And ??? |
| Get gone like 9−9, fine line |
| Borderin on the safe, should of been rules up in this shit |
| And niggas like us done made a name up in this shit |
| And we could feel the rage up in this shit |
| So feel me i’m ready, lets go |
| Toe to toe, blow for blow, dumpin four fours |
| Ain’t no turnin back dawg really |
| Only bitches bow down |
| And in my town, you throw pistol |
| You better release all your rounds |
| We organized keepin killas on a payrolla |
| Dumpin fatal blows on black market like some soldiers |
| Now really nigga |
| Who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody) |
| Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) |
| Tell me who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody) |
| Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) (bitch) |
| Who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody) |
| Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) |
| Who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody) |
| Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) |
| I get in your head like a migrain, nine ruger |
| Eat up your brain like a mind tumor |
| Quick to pursue you |
| On a high speed leave you D-O-A |
| Dead on Arrival |
| And Im your rival like Dennis hopper is Keauna Reaves |
| I go no lower than fifty’s, right |
| And im ridin on do or die |
| Creep on your spot |
| And blow it up like the cage and the rock |
| Quick to get a gage and cock it |
| Blast off like rockets from NASA |
| Bullets black pits on that ass |
| And make michael johnson run faster |
| Smashin bullshit like matadors |
| Run up nigga todo |
| Cell lay where you hit the floor |
| The holes in your torsoe |
| You better duck we comin |
| Deep as seven seven regis |
| Blowin up niggas stomachs |
| Like feedin alcaseltzer to seagulls |
| And we take flight like eagles |
| When its time to hit that ass |
| I’m lyrically harder |
| Than an escape attempt from alcatraz |
| Think you can win come and try me |
| I’ll have you in a I-C-U wit gasoline up in your I-V |
| I light a match |
| And put it up under your nose |
| And dare you to breathe |
| Caboom, brains all over the room |
| Cause your stupid ass sneezed |
| Squeeze the trigga |
| On a mental fourty four that I packed |
| No retreat, no surrender when black market attacts |
| Deliverin fatal blows |
| Who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody) |
| Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) |
| Tell me who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody) |
| Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) (bitch) |
| Who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody) |
| Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) |
| Who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody) |
| Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Use Yo Nina | 2000 |
| Nefarious | 2000 |
| Trial by Fury ft. X-Raided | 2000 |
| Only in The Studio ft. Mr. Doctor, T-Macc | 2000 |
| Hellraizer | 2000 |
| Jealous | 2000 |
| Worldwide ft. Hanifah | 2000 |
| Catch You ft. Brotha Lynch Hung, Cilla Caine | 2000 |
| The Hole | 2000 |