| Goin' down ugh
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| Niggas be woofin' that shit
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| Nigga who the fuck is you nigga?
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| Show me y’all credentials before you speak on X-Raided
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| They say when the dogs away the cats’ll play
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| Now X-Raided's back up in this bitch leavin' niggas DOA
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| Spittin' fire
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| Why you done woke up the dragon?
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| Thought the loc was through so niggas startin' braggin'
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| About who can fuck with X now really
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| Who put Sac on the map was it you don’t be silly
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| Will he make the beats up? |
| Nigga what?
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| And 24th Street rip
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| But even blood niggas got dubs on my shit
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| And thug niggas on the south side
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| Slam X-Raided loc when they out ridin'
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| I’m the king of this Sac-Town scene and you peasant
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| I ran shit in the past, will in the future and the present
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| Yo Meek attempt to diss me was futile boy
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| I knew you back when you was broke wearin' Bugle Boys
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| Now you got tattoos ooh! |
| You big killa
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| I won’t hesitate to slap you, you still a bitch nigga
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| Which nigga wanna war with the hardcore
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| Load up you .44 playa what cha waitin' for
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| Lay a motha fucka face down |
| With bullet holes in his clothes
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| Decapitated and naked from the waist down
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| Who is y’all new booty ass niggas tryin' diss this nigga
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| I dismiss niggas
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| Endless blue sportin trigga tottin menace
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| Niggas that’ll disfigure niggas on my shit list (2X)
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| Nig-niggas on my shit list
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| Niggas on my shit list
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| Nig-niggas on my shit list
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| Niggas on my shit list
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| I know y’all busta remember me
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| Pumpin' slugs in your dome lobotomizin' your memory
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| It’s him or me when the wars on
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| My new tapes out now the south areas' a war zone
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| I send letters from the pen to my true locs
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| It’s time to ride my nigga go out and shoot folks
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| Incarceration ain’t workin'
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| My body’s locked but my souls on the streets lurkin'
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| Perkin' niggas like Folgers, motivatin' soldiers
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| To make you set look like yo set got wrecked with bulldozers
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| How many marks can I take in one day?
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| I’mma need a little help don’t trip it’s on the way, hey!
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| Display your corpse like a mannequin in the window
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| Why damagin'
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| You got no wind and it’s plain and simple
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| Maim and cripple |
| Get savage when I aim my pistol
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| Flame a missile through your temple till your brain gristles
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| Dead issues
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| Who is y’all, who is y’all
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| Yeah
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| I’m through with y’all, through with y’all
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| What
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| Who is y’all, who is y’all
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| Yeah
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| I’m through with y’all, through with y’all (2X)
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| Nigga you can’t fuck with X-Raided and you hated
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| I heard that little bitch ass shit that you stated, nigga
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| You can’t fuck with X-Raided and you hated
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| I’m the motha fuckin' bomb bout to detonate it
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| I consume fake rappin' mark niggas like Brut
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| Chew 'em up spit 'em out piss on 'em when I’m through
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| You used to be a crip now you claim damu
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| You dog niggas didn’t know but nigga I do
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| I knew you’s a hook like a U-turn
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| Put your ass in a urn cremated nigga burned
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| Howard Stern couldn’t clown a nigga worse than Raided
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| Let loose a few verses had you cursed and faded
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| Like Madusa on the loop I’m turnin' true to the stone
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| Spittin' brimstone burnin' motha fuckas to bone
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| If it’s on I’mma show you how to end this shit
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| Chrome .50 caliber «Des Eags» with extended clips bitch |