Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everybody Killa , by - X-Raided. Release date: 30.04.1992
Song language: English
Everybody Killa |
| 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 ho, 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 schizo 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… |
| And I’m out… |