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(Assassin f) X-Raided, Brotha Lynch

Liquor, Niggas, N Triggas

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[X-Raided]Nigga recognize I`m that motherfuckin locc08 drinkin got me high givin head to my 44They can`t blame me for the actionsI take in a sicc state of mind as I premedi-tiz-ateFifty-one-fifty as my brain liquifiesEvery swig a nigga takes crazy thoughts intensifiesI`m ready to ride, I`m Mr. Hyde murderin Dr. JeckylYou aint funkin wit a pyscho no moreX-loc is goin cleptomaniac, stealin` yo` lifecayse I gives a fuck about yaThat`s why I`m using that 44 to blow them brains up out chaDumb shit green shit hitting the concreteYouse a victim of me on inez streetI shoot you in the head and let that ass decayYou been laying in the street so long your brains is turning grayYou niggaz can`t deal wit a fool thats full of that 08 liquor shitI`m runnin around town wit a bad ass attitude and two extra clipsWith a 44 automatic nigga you know you gotta duckEither that or be another victim of a motherfuckin slaughterBest for the hoe the 44 magnum got me stressinMy mind was tellin me no but the 40 ounce kept tellin me yesHe had on a vest, but I still managed to leave that ass for deadCuz there ain`t one motherfucker in the whole wide worldwith a bullet proof foreheadSo when you see me swiggin that 08 liquor hold your breathI`m slammin the bottle upside your dome when ain`t none leftChorus: [Lynch]Cause I don`t love you hoes, I don`t love you niggazAll I`m givin a fuck is about my liquor and my triggasWhen I`m off that OE, when I`m off that OELo better watch your back for nervous moFor really though really though[x2][X-Raided]I`m sewing up slube eating up drinking your blood like liquorIts all because I`m givin a fuck and I got no love for you niggasI`m leavin up outta the housewhen it`s time to ride and create some deathOnly thing I got with me is a 40 of E and it ain`t enough leftfor me to be pourin it out for the next motherfucker resting in peaceI love my homies and G`s, but it`s EBK when the trigger releasedFor those who don`t know, it`s EveryBody Killa, step on backAin`t no time tryin to be chhosy when I`m fucked up, pullin the capAnd the reason, a murder`s good enough to put these hot ones on yaNigga run on up go ahead you can be a victim if you wannaAint no thing to me we can do it any way you want a do itIt`ll hurt you more than it`ll hurt me when I put these bullets to itBlow them brains up out you wit a 44 caliber magnum cromOnly thing that`s at the sceneis a 40 ounce bottle but all the liquors goneThey looking for a motherfucker but fool they`ll never find a loccYou get in the shower I`m ass naked right behind your doorSicc like Norman Bates, I`m murdering like a motherfuckWit a gun in one hand a 40 in the other one fool up and down the trunkLike Jimmy Jones, David KoreshI`m having these fools strapped, drinking cyanideThey burning themselves up trying to get the fuck away from the Xbut ain`t nowhere to hideLet me play that Jack Kevorkian, I`m Dr. Death, assisting a suicideWhen I put in my clip I caulk it back it goes clack clackThat`s one in the chamba (chamber)one for your nuts and one for your bitch`s catI swig my 40 and fool I ain`t pouring out not one dropStraight sicc in the dome, I thought you knewMy nigga that`s on the blocc[Chorus] - 2XWhen I die its time to put atop my let my homies do itThey could pump me up with the O8 (yodda) instead of embalmin fluidAnd when you barry me put a 40 and a gun in the casket with meSo I can be buzzin when my cousins come to hell to get meIm giving up nothing steady be bustin caps all over the placeI got the Devil so high he told me to get the fuck out of his faceSo now Im back and ready to motivate this old shitBeat judicisim locc up because I cut off dicks like a circumsisimI pick up the 4-0, mo` goes down my throat and hits my tonsilsI look up to throw up the bloccI`m to` up and can`t be held responsibleThree strikes giving up life for traffic tickets and petty shitSo I`m going out making everybody going look like that spaghetti shitStay out my way unless you to get your life tookMotherfuck your little hit list, I got a big ass hit bookBut that cereal murdering 44 magnumwill take him off the street and put him in a gravewith a whole in his head which is made with the reefer system it isAnd I`m that one drunk motherfucker thats at your funeral homeSicc with death and taking that eightball piss all over your gravestoneSo when you see me swiggin that 0 8 liquor hold your breathI`m slammin the bottle upside your dome when ain`t none left, `cuz[Chorus....]

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