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Still Shooting

X‐Raided
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I'm still shootin' muthafuckas, the warpath never stops Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is causin' a homicide You're popped if you're plottin' on a jack Punk I see you comin' from a mile away and light yo' ass up So if the funk is on you better be strapped Cause you'll be bitin' the nine once again, black Call me Agent Double-O-Deuce-Fo' I got a mini three-eighty in the sleeve of my coat I'm a killa, the muthafuckin' X to the R to the A-I-D-E-D L-O-C smokin' niggas like some green bud So if you see me in your hood you better duck Cause I'm jackin' everything from a Cut to a mini truck Better not be trippin', never slippin' It's just another muthafuckin' grave that I'm diggin' 40 Swingin' got a nigga bent and wanna kill Fools tryin' to catch me slippin' but they never will I'm the muthafuckin' X-Loc, no joke I'm from the Garden Blocc where muthafuckas get smoked If yo' Daytons got a little more shine than the ones I got I'mma get my nine and yo' shit is mine You hella bold if you reach for yo' gat Cause I'mma put a hole in yo' ass and it's like that Lynch (it's gonna be raven sent, boom) Nigga nuts on the walls of the room I'm shootin' muthafuckas Cause I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute (I'll give you some of this, or some of this) Cause I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute (I'll give you some of this, or some of this) Cause I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute (I'll give you some of this, or some of this) Cause I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute (I'll give you some of this, or some of this) I'm a trigga happy nigga, I prove it every time that I rhyme I kill a punk at the drop of a dime For instance, a nigga talkin' shit Better yet, a fool tryin' to front for a bitch Yeah (I'll give you some of this, or some of this) (They just specially spec'd for trickin' cats) Nigga aim, nigga hit, wanna trip, nigga trip Fuck a fool's gun if he got a empty clip Brotha Lynch (I'mma blast, I'mma blast, X) Where your bullet land? (In that ass, in that ass) Niggas ain't shit, a bitch is a dead bitch If she fuck with me, she gon' be shittin' lead bricks Cause I treat a ho like a ho should be treated Instead of like a queen I treat a bitch like a thief I have a ho terrified thinkin' I'm a looney Settin' up her folks so I can jack 'em for they jewelry Kickin' down do's, wavin' gats, fuck a discussion All I want is money, if it ain't none then I'm bustin' Yeah, I'm killin' moms, daddies, and nephews I'm killin' sons, daughters, and sparing you You can play the Rambo role like you're a down black brotha But picture this, I'm still shootin' muthafuckas Cause I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute (I'll give you some of this, or some of this) Cause I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute (I'll give you some of this, or some of this) Cause I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute (I'll give you some of this, or some of this) Cause I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute (I'll give you some of this, or some of this) You're crazy if you think you gon' get some The only thing you gon' get is yourself smoked, punk And if you ever wake yo' ass up You in a box 24 deep, cold as a muthafuck To you niggas that dissed me Or either tried to blast and you missed me Keep your strap on cause I'mma get my jack on When I put my black on, payback is fin' to be on Your brain's gone, I'mma let it be known, trick X-Raided was never the one to be fucked with Cause you was sayin' you was hard and all that shit But when you found you couldn't quit You moved your ass outta town with your bitch Dumb nigga, I'm like the Terminator, loco Kickin' down do's with Brotha Lynch, lookin' for yo' Ass, blast everybody in the house, fuck gettin' popped Bullet wounds'll get a nigga caught They tell the cops that they shot ya You go see the doctor and they got ya Huh, a nigga like me leaves no evidence, sucka When I'm jackin' me a fool, I shoot the muthafucka Yeah, once again it's on, you know what I'm sayin' That nigga X muthafuckin' Raided never gave a fuck about shit You run up and you gone, that's how it is, you know what I'm sayin' Don't have your back against the wall like my boy Mick said If you don't talk that shit I might let yo' punk ass live, you know what I'm sayin' (And again he might...)