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X-Raided - Mortal Combat lyrics
[Chorus] We got a price on ya head Baller Niggaz wanna see ya dead It's a fifty g contract I don't know what you did But they wanna kill you ya wife And ya kids on contact We got a price on ya head Baller Niggaz wanna see ya dead It's a fifty g contract I don't know what you did But they wanna kill you ya wife And ya kids Mortal Kombat [Verse One] Close ya eyes and envision what the scene was Hit a nigga with an AR-15 slug And then I grab the loot Absolute We had to shoot Cause he was lookin at a nigga with a mean mug And the theme was we was in kahoots He played games shot his ass dead in the brain Had the liquor red fluid Was a bitch and I knew it When it came down to it he was scared to bang that nigga dared the game to get his ass with his actions Been through it many times before He was down to side But how many of them niggaz really gonna be down to ride when it's time to roll Ain't got no time for distractions Money over bitches cause them hoe's ain't nuthion but some agravators Unnessary temptations Instagatin' situations by makein hoes swell up like activator My nigga jumped out the lincoln Navigator packin more heat it's the Cash And Tango Dot-Dog hit the corner with the infared on you in the blue 99 dodge durango you don't wanna test this Fuck around and get stranggled till they leave you breathless busted ya must have a death wish ya got heart but don't get it cardiac arrested It's to late for retractin ya'll statements ya'll mutha fuckas done wore out my patients On my momma I'm a make sure ya hood gets rolled on More than some triple-gold-daytons Nigga you don't know what you facein Up and tied in the ups take a dance on the x-side With mad men and they medalions even all funny style niggas with a trail get they neck tied [Chorus] We got a price on ya head Baller Niggaz wanna see ya dead It's a fifty g contract I don't know what you did But they wanna kill you ya wife And ya kids On contact We got a price on ya head Baller Niggaz wanna see ya dead It's a fifty g contract I don't know what you did But they wanna kill you ya wife And ya kids Mortal kombat [Verse Two] Take you outta the game cause you a rookie makin mastakes you'll fumble the ball 4th quarter down seven infiltrated ya game workin for the state lookin for dirt But all ya shookin ass found was seven desintergrated ya brain Me and Dot-Dog crumpled them all Like a 6 pointer earth quake bent you outta shape stapped a fifty pound weight to his chest plate dummped his fake ass in the lake Sleepin with the fishes Cause me and my niggas get vicous and hittin it with us is impliable to bullets and bitches impossible Have ya momma visitin the hospital trama center where ya delayin-ma fittles I'm soon to be layin in bed body bruised green purple to red like a bag of skittles and i'ma pack a little 380 creep into the room infa beam circle on ya head boy now ya dead time to creamate em seen photo I'ma blow up ya stomach for nine months Rosemary baby stab but up out ya guts hear his mom screamin mia fyral gave birth to my demon I was ment to be a fyrl screamin callin all mad men if we deeper thanthe pack 10 packin mack 10's x-raided for life and nigga ya life is in danger based on a true story niggaz wanna hang your wife feds find a corpse in a two story building no head no hands ain't no checkin dental records or the the finger prints as for Identifyin the body there ain't no chance got the cops shot leavin niggas propped up in fucked up positions like dean koonts hide away I'm a psyco and my motto is all of ya bitch niggaz gotta die today I'm takin off whereever I go If you in the car with me then you'd betta have a gat and a mask ain't no tellin when we have to blast homicide at the crime scene pickin up the aftermath i'ma forever gonna be after cash thats why i'm at that ass you wanted dead or alive first man with ya head get the prize if we kick down the door and catch you in the bed don't be surprised we gotta price on the head baller niggaz wanna see ya dead it's a contract worth fifty g's every killa in the town lookin for ya with murder on they mind a nine milla and a fifty to squeezee niggaz wanna gun ya down I don't know what ya done but it was major my nigga hit me on the pager you been indited every single body in the town know about it Chorus: repeat to end |
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