Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burn Wit' Raided, artist - X-Raided. Date of issue: 27.09.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Burn Wit' Raided |
| What is fear? |
| Hesitation, excuses, procrastination |
| Justifyin' lack of action |
| This shit is exasperatin' |
| Why lie? |
| I probably cry buckets of tears |
| Stagnated, stuck in a cell doin' nothin' for years |
| When niggas that have hatred flowin' through they’re veins like plasma |
| So much tension in the air it’s hard to breathe like asthma |
| Knowin' in they’re brain |
| That they contribute nothin' but pain |
| But continue to do it because we’ve been through nothin' but flames |
| So let it burn |
| 'Til we in Hell |
| With all the niggas that never learned |
| Nothin' about love so fuck everything that it tells |
| And I meant well but I never had a father that’d spoil me |
| Never educated about faith, patience, and loyalty |
| Dedicated my love to the streets, seekin' royalty |
| Trying to be king of the hill |
| Bonny means for real |
| And then tryna scheme for scrilla |
| Kill whoever try to foil me |
| Life is a dirty game |
| I’ll be a writer 'til you story me |
| (Motherfuckas never loved me so I EARN your hatred |
| I’ve been in Hell, join the militia and BURN wit Raided |
| Locked in a cell 'til the day the ashes fill the earth |
| Final words before the last gasp «I will return») x2 |
| What is hope? |
| Undenial and optimism for survival |
| Block missions got niggas locked in prison dead on arrival |
| Tryna balance scales before the day that we meet the Lord |
| More positive than negative as we wanna even the score |
| Tryna balance Hell and Heaven but I keep steppin' in traps |
| Plus my melon is black |
| I keep in held in them sacks |
| I’mma |
| (???) action results in years |
| Trained to slaughter |
| Bellin impacts drownin' my brain with water |
| Liquor sick |
| Fears of bangin' get washed out with this Sisco |
| More beef, fuck peace, cuzz go get your pistol |
| Screamin' «Fuck life» the penitentiary can’t scare a G |
| But when they catch you with your hair (???) fallin' out like chemotherapy |
| Stressed out, you was the Locest nigga walk with your chest out |
| But now you just a broke nigga cause your whole family done check out |
| Hopeless nigga, stretched out |
| In the pen ready to smoke dope and you step out |
| About to go the death route |
| What is love but a manipulator’s lies? |
| That’s why I’m bangin' and ain’t changin' |
| This’ll be the way that I die |
| Strapped to a table sedated with a needle stuck in the vein |
| With a lethal injection travelin through the arteries to the brain |
| And I’m evil infected |
| People neglected to give a fuck here |
| Papa bust a nut cut |
| Left a nigga stuck here |
| So fuck tears, I’m all cried out |
| Like Lisa Lisa |
| When I’m hurtin, I’mma silent nigga unless the heaters speak up |
| A vile nigga that’ll creep up |
| And get the iron of a nigga’s streets up |
| Leave him stiff like I sprayed him with starch |
| Brave in the heart |
| Like Nas and Mel Gibson |
| You can find me in Hell trippin' |
| Holdin Satan for ransom |
| Call God waitin' for answers |
| Tell him «Let us outta here or we’ll rise til Hell’s risen» |
| You can find Lucifer crucified with his tail missin' |
| Fuck a jail sentence, too claustrophobic for cell livin' |
| I’m on a male mission, dodgin' opponents whose shells spittin' |
| (What is love? Huh? |
| What is fear? |
| Huh? |
| What is hope? |
| Huh? |
| What is hate? |
| Huh?) x4 |
| Yeah, go! |