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X-Raided - Who But Me lyrics
[X-Raided talking] Nigga who was the first one screamin' the block on these records nigga? Who was the first nigga that brought the town really nationwide nigga? Who but me nigga? [Verse 1] Draggin' it tellin' it nigga ways, and peepin' the game Packin' it sellin' it nigga pay, keepin' the change Raided, Deep in the game crack, sellin' it nigga track Hit the bell and it hold back on the scene wid felons greens inhalin' the smoke Sub-machines full ah violence on foes in the club shoot beams and walk, Lookin' for fiends sellin' souls to the cops red, Died in his shirt hurt, silence is proved dead I'm a soul to the block nigga that think violence is cute Chase niggas in hot pursuit, nine's is mute Silencers screwed on the nose of the barrels That cry murders youth, throw holes in devils like po' do Cause riots and urge my loc if to ghost you Madman motherfucka we lootin' this mansion Cause you lyin', rhymin' wid passion but no truth Bad hands is dealt, like gamblers in Vegas milk wives and niggas amplifiers invade the, Scrambler motherfuck it he called yo convo Red or blue if you cut the wrong one the bomb blow We roll super thick like fire ants Troop wid heat like we bought gun stores wid my advance Who but me? [Chorus 2X: X-Raided] and (Dott Dogg) Who be flashin' (nigga!) Who be mashin' (nigga!) Who be smashin' (nigga!) Who but me? (Madman!) If you cashin' (nigga!) If you blastin' (nigga!) If you thrashin', troop wid me (Madman!) [Verse 2] I'm can cannin' it nigga Been bringin' it nigga Fuck a lil glocks and bails been bringin' it nigga Scope loc Dogg crippin' it, slip the clip in it Catch 'em slippin' on dubs jack, then I'm strippin' it Hennessey sippin' it, dope sack flippin' it Call the case I still got, court Dott skippin' it I ain't new to this nigga, been true to this nigga Off branch talkin' bout what they gon' do to this nigga But I ain't feelin' them niggas So I'm killin' them niggas Don't you try to tell him now these pair ah villains fillin' up niggas Y'all know how I do, and know what I does Set trip ain't no love, let 'em know what's up cuz Madman till my casket drop it don't stop Fuck the haters and the cops Tell them niggas give you props And I only got my love for my thugs and bitches And all I got for enemies is some slugs and stitches [Chorus] [Verse 3] You'll get lost in the mix nigga, swallowed in the game You get the flossin' it slippin' it up wildin' wid the pain Like Baby Layne, catch you in the mall and stomp ya brain Cause I want yo chain I'm sick and don't want to change My niggas is followin' the same groove we, Stick to the scripts stick to the Crips All them other fools get dicks to the lips So I share no blunt, my bitch bought Nikes and boxers Don't wear no pumps, buy me a glock and report it stolen Holdin' my chips to the roll of the die wid the loot like Scrooge Mcduck tuck yo jewels Or my crew push up the conversatin' choose to buck Momma waitin' for me to rise, Motivation to my girl be demise You hear me nigga be advised I do whatever it takes Get together wid snakes, go to hell and sit forever and bake Look in my eyes you can see it if you willin' to try True indeed no disguise for what I'm feelin' inside Who but me? [Chorus] |
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