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Date of issue: 28.02.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fatal 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 |