Lyrics Shoot Cha In a Minute - X-Raided
And
ya
don′t
stop
(and
ya
don't
stop)...
And
ya
don′t
stop
(and
ya
don't
stop)...
X-Raided
and
ya
don't
stop...
Straight
going
on
a
war
path,
taking
niggas
out
like
it
ain′t
shit
You
can′t
coup
with
the
X-Loc
gone
hit
A
nigga
gotta
be,
don't
even
try
to
be
a
friend
of
me
You
just
want
a
piece
of
me
I
know
what
I
see
thru
my
eyes:
I
see
another
black
brotha
living
life
streetwise
Who′s
making
dollars
like
a
dope
man
Making
money
anyway
a
nigga
can
Taking
your
shit
and
selling
drugs
Getting
drunk,
sagging
Levi's,
looking
like
a
thug
Hanging
with
my
miggas
at
the
spot
The
spot′s
hot
so
I'm
looking
for
cops
And
I
spotted
one
Told
my
nigga
Trip
to
slap
a
clip
in
a
gun
9 double
M,
the
U-Z-I,
you
ask
me
why
Cause
a
nigga
ain′t
gonna
die...
Like
a
sucka,
I'm
going
out
spraying
Letting
fools
know
X-Raided
ain't
playing
Tha
Murder,
yeah,
I
got
something
to
do
with
it
Cause
I
shoot
cha
punk
ass
in
a
minute...
And
ya
don′t
stop
(and
ya
don′t
stop)...
And
ya
don't
stop
(and
ya
don′t
stop)...
And
ya
don't
stop
(and
ya
don′t
stop)...
Lynch
Hung
and
ya
don't
stop...
People
always
ask
why
I
act
this
way
I
say:
cause
I′m
a
villain
like
my
homeboy
Ray
A
straight
lunatic,
a
little
skitzo
A
male
hoe,
a
mothafucking
psycho
Killing
punk
niggas
like
flies
You
piss
me
off
and
everybody
dies
X
ain't
the
one
to
be
ludicrous
Any
mothafucka
I
wanna
diss
I'm
gonna
diss
It
might
be
you
if
ya
on
the
shitlist
Instead
of
an
′uncle′
I
make
ya
say
'triple-six′
And
make
you
suck
four
dicks
In
otherwords
you
can
get
the
duck
sick
And
ya
better
do
it
good,
choke
this
dick
Make
me
nut
real
quick
20
seconds
like
a
mothafucka
It
feels
good
like
a
mothafucka
so,
bitch:
suck
It
tastes
like
chocolate,
that's
the
nickname
Doggy
style,
I′m
known
to
inflict
pain
Making
hoes
feel
real
swell
A
nigga
with
a
mind
like
me
needs
to
go
to
hell
Where
else
can
a
nigga
go?
(Nowhere!)
In
heaven
the
mothafuckas
don't
allow
psycho
Now
the
book
is
closed
A
fool
like
me
killed
all
them
hoes
Cause
I
(shoot
a
mothafucka
in
a
minute)...
And
ya
don′t
stop
(and
ya
don't
stop)...
And
ya
don't
stop
(and
ya
don′t
stop)...
And
ya
don′t
stop
(and
ya
don't
stop)...
Yo,
pump
it
up,
nigga
and
ya
don′t
stop...
The
definition
for
a
skitzo
is
Strictly
killing
any
tough
son
of
a
bitch
When
I
say
tough
I
mean
he
thinks
he's
tough
I′m
kinda
fed
up,
a
nigga
done
had
enough...
Of
this
shit
to
last
me
a
year
or
two
What
in
the
fuck
a
nigga
gotta
do...
Nowadays
to
get
his
point
across
I
don't
know,
I
guess
ya
gotta
get
toasted
like
a
salad
A
ballad
of
a
menace,
ya
can
call
this
a
ten
percent
diss
Ya
get
pissed
but
I
don′t
give
a
fuck
Ya
wanna
squab,
yo,
what
the
fuck
is
up?
My
nigga
Trip
got
a
nine
for
ya
ass
Talk
shit,
mothafucka,
and
we
blast
Three
sixes'
the
code
that
we
use
I'm
killing
muslims,
baptists
and
jews
And
the
hovers,
fuck
the
witness
Hitting
niggas
to
the
triple-six
sickness
At
my
house
windows
are
tened
Knock
on
my
door:
I
shoot
cha
in
a
minute...
And
ya
don′t
stop
(and
ya
don′t
stop)...
And
ya
don't
stop
(and
ya
don′t
stop)...
And
ya
don't
stop
(and
ya
don′t
stop)...
And
ya
don't
stop...
The
definition
for
X-Raided
Is
ruthless
attitude
towards
every
delinquent
Don′t
forget
the
'X'
for
′X-tra′
The
X-tra
as
I
kicks
so
nobody
steps
up
To
the
villain
peeping
that
bullshit
I
grab
the
nine
and
unload
the
clip
Spray
every
punk
nigga
on
the
scene
Cause
I'm
a
lunatic,
know
what
I
mean?
Don′t
forget
that
Triple-Six
got
the
backfade
Step
up,
try
to
steal,
ya
get
sprayed
Cause
I'm
not
giving
up
an
inch
And
neither
is
the
mothafucking
Lynch...
Hung
But
you
ain′t
dumb,
you
know
what's
up
The
whole
Mafia
is
crazier
than
a
mothafuck
We
don′t
give
a
fuck
about
the
nextman
Unless
he's
down
with
our
clan
And
if
ya
ain't
then
ya
got
nothing
incomment
Do
like
a
nigga
from
Compton
And
start
running
a
hundred
miles
to
the
city
I′m
from
S-A-C,
punk
bitch,
you
can′t
get
none
I'm
from
South
Sac,
we
all
packed
Even
that
nigga
Homicide
is
kicking
raps
A
title
to
be
welthy
and
we
taking
it
And
if
not
we′ll
shoot
cha
in
a
minute...
And
ya
don't
stop
(and
ya
don′t
stop)...
And
ya
don't
stop
(and
ya
don′t
stop)...
And
ya
don't
stop
(and
ya
don't
stop)...
Can
I
kick
it?
(And
ya
don′t
stop)...
Can
I
kick
it?
(And
ya
don′t
stop)...
Can
I
kick
it?
(And
ya
don't
stop)...
And
ya
don′t
stop
and
ya
don't
stop...
And
I′m
out...
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