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x-raided - who is y'all niggas lyrics

yeah x-raided yeah
yeah x-raided yeah
yeah x-raided yeah
goin’ down ugh
n-ggas be woofin’ that sh-t
n-gga who the f-ck is you n-gga?
show me y’all credentials before you speak on x-raided

they say when the dogs away the cats’ll play
now x-raided’s back up in this b-tch leavin’ n-ggas doa
spittin’ fire
why you done woke up the dragon?
thought the loc was through so n-ggas startin’ braggin’
about who can f-ck with x now really
who put sac on the map was it you don’t be silly
will he make the beats up? n-gga what?
and 24th street rip
but even blood n-ggas got dubs on my sh-t
and thug n-ggas on the south side
slam x-raided loc when they out ridin’
i’m the king of this sac-town scene and you peasant
i ran sh-t in the past, will in the future and the present
yo meek attempt to diss me was futile boy
i knew you back when you was broke wearin’ bugle boys
now you got tattoos ooh! you big k!lla
i won’t hesitate to slap you, you still a b-tch n-gga
which n-gga wanna war with the hardcore
load up you .44 playa what cha waitin’ for
lay a motha f-cka face down
with bullet holes in his clothes
decapitated and naked from the waist down

chorus:
who is y’all new booty -ss n-ggas tryin’ diss this n-gga
i dismiss n-ggas
endless blue sportin trigga tottin menace
n-ggas that’ll disfigure n-ggas on my sh-t list (2x)

nig-n-ggas on my sh-t list
n-ggas on my sh-t list
nig-n-ggas on my sh-t list
n-ggas on my sh-t list

i know y’all busta remember me
pumpin’ slugs in your dome lobotomizin’ your memory
it’s him or me when the wars on
my new tapes out now the south areas’ a war zone
i send letters from the pen to my true locs
it’s time to ride my n-gga go out and shoot folks
incarceration ain’t workin’
my body’s locked but my souls on the streets lurkin’
perkin’ n-ggas like folgers, motivatin’ soldiers
to make you set look like yo set got wrecked with bulldozers
how many marks can i take in one day?
i’mma need a little help don’t trip it’s on the way, hey!
display your corpse like a mannequin in the window
why damagin’
you got no wind and it’s plain and simple
make ’em cripple
get savage when i aim my pistol
flame a missile through your temple till your brain gristles
dead issues

chorus

who is y’all, who is y’all
yeah
i’m through with y’all, through with y’all
what
who is y’all, who is y’all
yeah
i’m through with y’all, through with y’all (2x)

n-gga you can’t f-ck with x-raided and you hated
i heard that little b-tch -ss sh-t that you stated, n-gga
you can’t f-ck with x-raided and you hated
i’m the motha f-ckin’ bomb bout to detonate it
i consume fake rappin’ mark n-ggas like brut
chew ’em up spit ’em out p-ss on ’em when i’m through
you used to be a crip now you claim damu
you dog n-ggas didn’t know but n-gga i do
i knew you’s a hook like a u-turn
put your -ss in a urn cremated n-gga burned
howard stern couldn’t clown a n-gga worse than raided
let loose a few verses had you cursed and faded
like madusa on the loop i’m turnin’ true to the stone
spittin’ brimstone burnin’ motha f-ckas to bone
if it’s on i’mma show you how to end this sh-t
chrome .50 caliber “des eags” with extended clips b-tch

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