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x-raided - liquor, niggas and triggas lyrics

(x-raided)
n-gga recognize i’m that motherf-ckin locc
08 drinkin got me high, givin head to my 44
they can’t blame me for the actions i take
in a sicc state of mind i premiz-edi-tiz-ate
fifty-one-fifty as my brain liquifies
every swig a n-gga take crazy thoughts intensify
i’m ready to ride, i’m mr. hyde, but murderin dr. jeckyl
you ain’t f-ckin wit a pyscho no more, x-loc is goin klepto, maniac
stealin’ yo’ life cause i gives a f-ck about ya
that’s why i’m using that 44 to blow them brains up out cha
dumb sh-t green sh-t hitting the concrete
youse a victim of me on inez street
i shoot you in the head and let that -ss decay
you been laying in the street so long your brains is turning gray
you n-ggas can’t deal wit a fool thats full of that 08 liquor sh-t
i’m runnin around town wit a bad -ss att-tude and two extra clips
with a 44 automatic n-gga you know you gotta duck
either that or be another victim of a motherf-ckin slaughter
best for the hole in his chest, the 44 magnum got me stressin
my mind was tellin me no but the 40 ounce kept tellin me yes
he had on a vest, but i still managed to leave that -ss for dead
cuz there ain’t one motherf-cker in the whole wide world
with a bullet proof forehead
so when you see me swiggin that 08 liquor hold your breath
i’m slammin the bottle upside your dome when it ain’t nothin left cuhhz

[hook: repeat 2x]
cause i don’t love you hoes, i don’t love you n-ggas
all i’m givin a f-ck is about my liquor and my triggas
when i’m off that oe, when i’m off that oe
lo better watch your back for nervous mo
for really though really though

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i’m chewin off slugs, eatin em up, drinking your blood like liquor
its all because i’m givin a f-ck and i got no love for these n-ggas
i’m leavin up outta the house
when it’s time to ride and create some death
only thing i got with me is a 40 of e and it ain’t enough left
for me to be pourin it out for the next motherf-cker resting in peace
i love my homies and g’s, but it’s ebk when the trigger released
for those who don’t know, it’s everybody k!lla, step on back
ain’t no time to be tryna be choosy when i’m f-cked up, im pullin the cap
and the reason, a murder’s good enough to put these hot ones on ya
n-gga run on up go ahead you can be a victim if you wanna
ain’t no thing to me we can do it any way you want a do it
it’ll hurt you more than it’ll hurt me when i put these bullets to it
blow them brains up out yo dome wit a 44 caliber magnum chrome
only thing that’s at the scene
is a 40 ounce bottle but all the liquors gone
they looking for a motherf-cker but fool they’ll never find a locc
you get in the shower i’m -ssh0l- naked and right behind your door
sicc like norman bates, i’m murdering like a motherf-ck
wit a gun in one hand a 40 in the other one fool up and down the trunk
like jimmy jones, david koresh
i’m having these fools strapped, drinking cyanide
burning theyselves up trying to get the f-ck
away from the x, but ain’t nowhere to hide
let me play that jack kevorkian, i’m dr. death, -ssisting a suicide
when i put in my clip and cl!ck i c-ck it back it goes clack clack
that’s one in the chamber
one for your nuts and one for your b-tch’s cat
i swig my 40 to that but fool i ain’t pouring out not one drop
straight sicc in the dome, i thought you knew
my n-gga that’s on the blocc

[hook] – 2x

when i die and its time for my autopsy let homies do it
they could pump me up with the o8 gold instead of embalmin fluid
and when you bury me put a 40 and a gun in the casket with me
so i can be buzzin when my cousins come to h-ll to get me
im giving up nothing steadily bustin caps all over the place
i got the devil so high, he told me get the f-ck out his face
so now im back and ready to motivate this old sh-t
spit g-sterism locc
i could cut off the d-cks like a circ-mcision
i pick up the 4-0, mo’ goes down my throat and hits my tonsils
i look up and throw up the blocc
i’m to’ up and can’t be held responsible
three strikes giving up life for traffic tickets and petty sh-t
so i’m going out making everybody going look like that spaghetti sh-t
stay out my way unless you wishin to get your life took
motherf-ck your little hit list, i got a big -ss hit book
but that cereal murdering 44 magnum will take him off his feet
and put him in a grave with a hole in his head
and slay for the reefer he took in the meetin
and i’m that one drunk motherf-cker thats at your funeral home
d-ck whipped out, taking that eightball p-ss all over your gravestone
so when you see me swiggin that 0 8 liquor hold your breath
i’m slammin the bottle upside your dome when it ain’t nothin’ left, ‘cuz

(chorus….)

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