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X-Raided - Spitten Venom lyrics
[First Verse] If it's on I'll kill my own like a Civil War This EBK, what the fuck should I be civil for? It's over, pour into my bullet tips Split you open like a pinata cuz you full of shit Manana nigga I'ma do you non-believers bad With heavy artillery like Sigourney Weaver had Cuz you an alien or foreigner up in the town Either you or I, do or die about to shut you down Bout to hunt you down like elk in the woods In the hood nothin' else expected Accept it, it's what I protected No excuse, nothin' else respected Known to shoot whenever we tested Shit is about to get hectic, Chaos! You gone need the sounds to bring you back from where you rested May God Bless it I'm agnostic so keep that! Pure toxic up in your eyes, nigga peep that We know where you sleep at As we speak my peeps is mashin' And we know that you weak ass bunglin' bitches is who we snatchin' She catchin' hollow rounds Shots to the head make a hollow sound Got away with murder, PARANOID!I push this bottle down One sip put the bottle down And blaze a blunt this one's for you Now you rest in peace, no hard feelings bitch I swear it's true If it's necessary Black Market do what's called for And best believe when it's time for war we all go And we all know nothin' comes before this chessboard Two knights and kings fightin' screens, yes Lord [Chorus] I'm spittin' venom like a moccassin Grab a glock, CHAMBER, droppin' men DANGER, in my RANGER, and I got to win DELUSION, no ain't no killin' X-Raided cuz I refuse to [Second Verse] Bet all them fools'll know, funk if they want it they got it All my proponents is riders committin' murders sporadic We quick to get up inside ya blow out your thigh boy Psychotic shootin' while yellin' "You got to die Boy!" Never should've crossed me, flossy glossy like fresh made varnish With a reputation too solid to be penetrated and tarnished Harness rage, it's strong, let it loose and you flagrant Produce a strap from my draws, introducin' slugs to the vagrants Statements was made so foul, niggas is funny style Tell a hundred niggas you hate me but when you see me you smile But all the while, you thinkin' muthafuck X-Raided But in your heart, you never really felt you could fade it Debate it, what I represent nigga, this G.B.C. Northern Cali freeway from the Sac-Town back down to the M.S.G.'s So hit the freeway, no lee-way cuz this ain't your zip code You keep your lip closed Or you get those lips swole We got your shit exposed, stay the fuck away from us We'll light you up and disappear like we vaporous My cavaliers, wearin' battle gear, run up in your fort Put bullet holes in your shorts Left you dead on your porch Then we torched your spot, my cohorts got counts calculated Shout out you hate it That's what you get for doubtin' X-Raided Deport your corpse in where the cops'll never bother to look Rigormortis decompose you, served ya, bored, and now it's over [Chorus] (2x) |
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