Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who But Me , by - X-Raided. Release date: 28.06.2004
Song language: English
Who But Me |
| Nigga who was the first one screamin' the block |
| On these records nigga? |
| Who was the first nigga that brought the town |
| Really nationwide nigga? |
| Who but me nigga? |
| Draggin' it tellin' it nigga ways, and peepin' the game |
| Packin' it sellin' it nigga pay, keepin' the change Raided |
| Deep in the game crack, sellin' it nigga track |
| Hit the bell and it hold back on the scene |
| Wid felons greens inhalin' the smoke |
| Sub-machines full ah violence on foes |
| In the club shoot beams and walk |
| Lookin' for fiends sellin' souls to the cops red |
| Died in his shirt hurt, silence is proved dead |
| I’m a soul to the block nigga that think violence is cute |
| Chase niggas in hot pursuit, nine’s is mute |
| Silencers screwed on the nose of the barrels |
| That cry murders youth |
| Throw holes in devils like po' do |
| Cause riots and urge my loc if to ghost you |
| Madman motherfucka we lootin' this mansion |
| Cause you lyin', rhymin' wid passion but no truth |
| Bad hands is dealt, like gamblers in Vegas |
| Milk wives and niggas amplifiers invade the |
| Scrambler motherfuck it he called yo convo |
| Red or blue if you cut the wrong one the bomb blow |
| We roll super thick like fire ants |
| Troop wid heat like we bought gun stores wid my advance |
| Who but me? |
| and (Dott Dogg) |
| Who be flashin' (nigga!) |
| Who be mashin' (nigga!) |
| Who be smashin' (nigga!) |
| Who but me? |
| (Madman!) |
| If you cashin' (nigga!) |
| If you blastin' (nigga!) |
| If you thrashin', troop wid me (Madman!) |
| I’m king-pinning it, nigga |
| Been bringin' it nigga |
| Fuck LL, Glocks and bells, been ringing it, nigga |
| It’s Gold Loc, Dawg Crippin it, slip the clip in it |
| Catch 'em slippin' on dubs jack, then I’m strippin' it |
| Hennessey sippin' it, dope sack flippin' it |
| Caught a case, bailed out, court date--skippin it |
| I ain’t new to this nigga, been true to this nigga |
| Off branch talkin' bout what they gon' do to this nigga |
| But I ain’t feelin' them niggas |
| So I’m killin' them niggas |
| Don’t you try to tell him now these |
| Pair ah villains fillin' up niggas |
| Y’all know how I do, and know what I does |
| Set trip ain’t no love, let 'em know what’s up cuz |
| Madman till my casket drop it don’t stop |
| Fuck the haters and the cops |
| Tell them niggas give you props |
| And I only got my love for my thugs and bitches |
| And all I got for enemies is some slugs and stitches |
| You’ll get lost in the mix nigga, swallowed in the game |
| You get the flossin' it slippin' it up wallowing in pain |
| Like Baby Lane, catch you in the mall and stomp ya brain |
| Cause I want yo chain I’m sick and don’t want to change |
| My niggas is followin' the same groove we |
| Stick to the scripts stick to the Crips |
| All them other fools get dicks to the lips |
| So I share no blunt, my bitch bought Nikes and boxers |
| Don’t wear no pumps, buy me a Glock and report it stolen |
| Holdin' my chips to the roll of the die |
| Wid the loot like Scrooge Mcduck tuck yo jewels |
| Or my crew push up the conversatin' choose to buck |
| Momma waitin' for me to rise |
| Motivation to my girl be demise |
| You hear me nigga be advised I do whatever it takes |
| Get together wid snakes, go to hell and sit forever and bake |
| Look in my eyes you can see it if you willin' to try |
| True indeed no disguise for what I’m feelin' inside |
| Who but me? |