Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Consider Me Dead, artist - X-Raided. Date of issue: 15.11.2004
Song language: English
Consider Me Dead |
| I had a heart full of pride and had to set it aside |
| As I was nailed to the crucifix and stabbed in my side |
| Impaled, toothpicks jabbed in my eyes |
| Niggas cry but the truth is they’re glad that I died |
| Inhale, conversatin' with Satan himself |
| Starin' in the mirror lately got him hatin' hisself |
| Inhale, green smoke like it’s oxygen |
| Rise up out the grave, gotta get my props again |
| I pray for the day that I could say I got revenge |
| Got a vendetta cuz I been hated by lots of men |
| My rage, just way too strong to contain |
| I’m sinkin', but I’m way too strong to complain |
| I’m cheatin' the reaper every time he come for me |
| When I die, will you nigga cry, ride, and die for me? |
| I’m creepin', prepared to take a breath without thinkin' |
| Of consequences, of starin' in the face of death without blinkin' |
| The Unforgiven X-Raided, take my name in vain! |
| Nefarious nigga, feel the need to explain the game |
| To various niggas that got it twisted up like cornrows |
| I’m sick of this bitch shit, I’m comin' for you mark hoes |
| Chorus (X-Raided + Kingpen): |
| (X-Raided) Niggas I used to fuck with |
| (Kingpen) Consider Me Dead |
| (X-Raided) Yeah all you niggas can suck dick |
| (Kingpen) Consider Me Dead |
| (X-Raided) All them hoes I used to mack to… |
| (Kingpen) Consider Me Dead |
| (X-Raided) BITCH get a rose over the tattoo and… |
| (Kingpen) Consider Me Dead |
| Nigga I can’t stop now, came too far to turn back |
| Flames burnin' in my brain, my heart done turned black |
| I opened my mouth to speak and I don’t recognize my own voice |
| And when I close my eyes to sleep, dream of wildin' with my homeboys |
| And wake up, the image lingers |
| When he throw up the set it make me wanna break up the niggas fingers |
| Blow up the set twice a day, fake nigga I respect not |
| Load up the Tec and spray your life in one day nigga |
| I detect cops and you look like a bitch |
| You shook like a nigga that done did somethin' wrong |
| False form ass nigga |
| Get on and blast nigga |
| Did harm to the last nigga speakin' on my name |
| And I got these East Coast muthafuckas sleepin' on my game |
| I sleep even though my brain got me ready to seek and destroy |
| What? |
| You speakin' on my joy? |
| You speakin' on my pain |
| And it’s been seekin' out my brain |
| Through this pen to this paper to this track |
| To the DAT and in your ears, nigga for years |
| Yeah… |
| When I die don’t come visit me at my grave |
| I’ll come up out the casket |
| Like «Night of the Living Dead» to get that ass bitch |
| Ride 'til a nigga dead like Killa Tay on Crip |
| We got to admit you deserve respect but on Crip |
| You niggas gay Cuz we bloods like Dracula |
| We’ll turn a nigga round me |
| You weak thugs will have hurtful necks around me |
| We jump niggas like strangulations |
| And got a gang of patience when it comes to killin' lames |
| Layin', waitin' all night for an opportunity to spill your brains |
| Either you or me, gotta be one, holla at 'em |
| And I’m comrades with clouds so get decapitated or bombed in crowds |
| And never capture Raided I mob around |
| Turn your skin black and blue and orange by the time it’s found |
| Tied and bound and tarred down |
| Two-faced, many faces better kept |
| Before we chop you up in suitcases |
| And disappear without any traces |
| And we all got game! |
| Paid with flames, all got game! |
| Knock y’all brain, Mad Man we all got fangs, bitch! |