Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let It Be Known, artist - X-Raided. Date of issue: 15.11.2004
Song language: English
Let It Be Known |
| I’m so sick of these little |
| Trick ass cats |
| And their bitch ass raps |
| Acting like they factors |
| They ain’t nothing but rappers |
| They need to miss us with that shit, that they try to make us believe |
| You ain’t no killas dog, just like you rap and blow weed |
| I hang with, cake movers |
| 3-time losers |
| Big body pushaz, and marijuana abusers |
| Chickens never refuse us |
| They always go with us |
| Even your baby daddy wanna roll wit us |
| Y’all some wack niggas |
| I’ma nigga that rap |
| Without this rap shit you cats would be some square ass macks |
| Its bola and X-raided |
| Them niggas they love hating |
| Middle finger salute for all of the thug nation |
| This is for my true trippaz |
| Door hing kickaz |
| Forty cal packaz, and all of my thug niggas |
| So I’m just rapping just what you see trick |
| I take it to the streets quick |
| I let it be known |
| What you gone see is what you get BITCH!!! |
| Let it be known nigga |
| Call your bluff like a phone nigga |
| Chrome trigga make your bone splinter |
| Its on nigga |
| Connecting puzzle pieces, put together the trigga releases |
| He projected cause we down for whatever |
| Fuck around and get kidnapped by a masked man |
| Tossed in a black van |
| Either give us the cash, or they find your ass in a trash can |
| I’ma mad man |
| Figurative, and literally speaking |
| Life is a game and I’m trying to win and nigga I ain’t above cheating |
| Deleting enemies like a mistake on a computer screen |
| Its a horror flick and I’m the director |
| We gonna shoot a scene |
| Shotting me a forty-four caliba gat |
| And I blowing your brain right out the back |
| Of your cerabellum like J F K |
| And watch 'em get the fuck out of the way |
| Coming to spray parabellum |
| Got tired of trying to tell them |
| Im ready to buck |
| Leaving you stuff, bout to erupt |
| Like mount st. |
| Helens |
| Da felonies crimes commited |
| Cause I’m commited to living this gangsterism |
| Killa cos me and my nigga |
| Ain’t down for riding for mistaking our senses |
| We making decisions |
| Is it life or death |
| I suggest you pick a later date to be painless |
| Splatter your brain with the smith and wesson stainless |
| Is a lesson to be learned |
| You better pay attention |
| Y’all nigga is bitches, I blew up your stomach like water retention |
| Im water resistant |
| Ain’t no wetting nefarious |
| Niggas wanna bury us |
| Cause they hoes wanna marry us |
| Niggas is scary as a calvary line |
| Ain’t got no courage |
| Il serve fitin to that shit that you heard |
| Every word bitch let it be known nigga! |
| My nigga I never hesitate, to extend an extra clip |
| When them niggas be running off they mouth with all that excess lip |
| Let his blood drip |
| Let the nine kick |
| At anytime, take frame of mind |
| To immobolize your whole clique |
| Punk bitch |
| Get addicted clpis to your clips |
| And if you playing the captain |
| Then you falling with ship |
| Let it be known |
| I send a squad of killaz up inside your home |
| Strapped with fully’s and chromes |
| Leaving your body exsposed to bones |
| While I’m posted at the tele |
| Hit me on my celly phone |
| No love your orders is carried out |
| That problem you had is gone |
| So bitch niggas break bread |
| And cough up my dividens |
| Before they stay to view the body |
| While I’m contacting your next of kin |
| We packing straps for caps |
| Pulling jacks for scratch |
| Infest your hood with bombs |
| Like we did them japs |
| Making you fumble up your bundle |
| When I hit your ass with one of them slugs |
| Based up on the fact that there ain’t no motherfucking love nigga |