Текст песни X-Raided - Who is Y`all Niggas
X-Raided - Who is Y`all Niggas слова песни
Yeah X-Raided yeahYeah X-Raided yeahYeah X-Raided yeahGoin` down ughNiggas be woofin` that shitNigga who the fuck is you nigga?Show me y`all credentials before you speak on X-Raided They say when the dogs away the cats`ll playNow X-Raided`s back up in this bitch leavin` niggas in your wayspittin` fire Why you done woke up the dragon?Thought the loc was through so niggas startin` braggin` About who can fuck with X now really Who put Sac on the map was it you don`t be sillyWill he make the beats up? Nigga what?And 24th Street ripBut even blood niggas got dubs on my shit And thug niggas on the south sideSlam X-Raided loc when they out ridin` I`m the king of this Sac-Town scene and you peasantI ran shit in the past well in the future and the presentYo Meek attempt to diss me you`s a boyI knew you back when you was broke wearin` Bugle BoysNow you got tattoos ooh! You big killa I won`t hesitate to slap you, you still a bitch nigga Which nigga wanna war with the hardcoreLoad up you .44 playa what cha waitin` forLay a motha fucka face downWith bullet holes in your clothesDecapitated and naked from the waist down Chorus:Who is y`all new booty ass niggas tryin` diss this niggaI dismiss niggasEndless blue sportin trigga tottin menaceNiggas that`ll disfigure niggas on my shit list (2X) Nig-niggas on my shit listNiggas on my shit listNig-niggas on my shit listNiggas on my shit list I know y`all busta remember mePumpin` slugs in your dome lobotomizin` your memoryIt`s him or me when the wars onMy new tapes out now the south areas` a war zoneI send letters from the pen to my true locsIt`s time to ride my nigga go out and shoot folksIncarceration ain`t workin`My body`s locked but my souls on the streets lurkin`Perkin` niggas like Folgers, motivatin` soldiersTo make you set look like yo set got wrecked with bulldozersHow many marks can I take in one day?I`ma need a little help don`t trip it`s on the way, hey!Display your corpse in the window like a mannequinWhy damagin` You got no wind and it`s plain and simpleName `em crippleGet savage when I aim my pistolFlame a missile through your temple till your brain gristles Dead issues Chorus Who is y`all, who is y`all YeahI`m through with y`all, through with y`allWhatWho is y`all, who is y`allYeahI`m through with y`all, through with y`all (2X) Nigga you can`t fuck with X-Raided and you hatedI heard that little bitch ass shit that you stated, niggaYou can`t fuck with X-Raided and you hatedI`m the motha fuckin` bomb bout to detonate itI consume fake rappin` mark niggas like BrutChew `em up spit `em out piss on `em when I`m throughYou used to be a rip now you claim damuYou dog niggas didn`t know but nigga I doI knew you`s a hook like a U-turnPut your ass in a urn cremated nigga burnedHoward Stern couldn`t clown a nigga worse than RaidedLet loose a few verses had you cursed and fadedLike Madusa on the loop I`m turnin` true to the stoneSpittin` brimstone burnin` motha fuckas to boneIf it`s on I`ma show you how to end this shitChrome .50 caliber "Des Eags" with extended clips bitch Chorus