Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vengeance Is Mine, artist - X-Raided. Date of issue: 28.06.2004
Song language: English
Vengeance Is Mine |
| I’m fin' to get retro on y’all |
| Kick some of that twenty-fourth street sickness, infect the shit |
| And speed it up like petro on y’all |
| Hot enough to roast meat like a microwave |
| I spit it the pycho way |
| Dedicated to my niggas that fuck, drink and smoke their life away |
| And I’m stuck in zones hazardous |
| Known to cut you deep enough to crush your bones |
| And then I throw that knife away I had to bust |
| Viciously, cannibus got me readily amped up and animus |
| ?? |
| da pity when you discuss me with animosity |
| Enemy tones are disrespectful |
| But my velocity is to swift for you |
| Nigga you ?? |
| step slow, like penny hardaway |
| Injury prone I run up in enemies' homes wit tec’s |
| Ain’t no otha set to do it any harder way |
| Than shootouts at high speed and thigh weed |
| And some nights I might bleed |
| But for life I’mma keep it trunk tight for my G’s |
| You might squeeze a trigger |
| But ain’t no vilence reported |
| I work with silencers when I creep so the restort is distorted |
| My nigga vengeance is MINE |
| Taking my name in vain and it got me sick in the MIND |
| Shaking a gain with pain and when I’m tempt to spit NINES |
| Be insane to change CUZ, fin' to get MINES |
| WHAT, vengeance is MINE |
| Nigga vengeance is MINE |
| You been taking my name in vain and it got me sick in the MIND |
| Shaking gain with pain and when I’m tempt to spit NINES |
| Be in-sane to change CUZ, fin' to get MINE |
| WHAT, vengeance is MINE |
| My degrees is too hot for thermometers |
| I don’t need a heater |
| When I walk in the room water boils cause I keep a fever spitting flames |
| I’mma spirestarter, flitting brains |
| And when it comes to insane shit, don’t nobody supplies harder than this madman |
| Cream puff killer, you seem rough nigga |
| But I already accomplished shit you dream of nigga |
| And one of my accomplices get ?? |
| to the ?? |
| Twisted like dreads |
| Put a fist to the head |
| 'Til it puncture your brain, spit 'til you dead |
| Pump you with game, tryin' to pump you with pain |
| But you insist-ed to wake a sleeping dragon, a |
| Nigga that speaks with madness punk in the game, the |
| Smokes out my nostrils |
| Should’ve been discreet now I’m hostile |
| To fade me nigga’s six times impossible |
| Nigga you responsible |
| For this rhyme, self-inflicted wound |
| ?? |
| with better I’m sittin in the room |
| Butt-naked tryin' to slit your wrists, was doomed to fuck with 'Raided |
| And that’s being nice to you nigga |
| You know what’s up with 'Raided |
| Don’t make me do this twice to you nig-GA… |
| And you don’t stop (and it won’t stop) |
| Nigga you don’t stop (and it won’t stop) |
| Motherfucker you dont stop (and it won’t stop) |
| Nigga it don’t stop (and it won’t stop) |
| And you don’t stop (and it won’t stop) |
| Nigga you don’t stop (and it won’t stop) |
| Motherfucker you dont stop (and it won’t stop) |
| Nigga it don’t stop (and it won’t stop) |
| Yeah… Madman…Young Meek Killa nigga |
| Fuck you, bitch ass nigga |
| Y’all don’t understand nigga |
| Yeah nigga you told my jury I had the impulse |
| And nigga I had the impulse to write this rhyme and chop your bitch ass, nigga |
| Nigga fuck you and everything you represent nigga |
| Garden Block Crip, twenty-fourth street nigga, for life! |
| And you don’t stop (and it won’t stop) |
| Nigga it don’t stop (and it won’t stop) |
| Motherfucker you dont stop (and it won’t stop) |
| Nigga it don’t stop (and it won’t stop) |
| Motherfucker it dont stop (and it won’t stop) |
| Nigga it don’t stop |