paroles de chanson Still Shooting - X-Raided
I′m
still
shootin
mothafuckas
the
warpath
never
stops
Dr
Jekyll
and
Mr.
Hyde
is
causin
a
homicide
Ya
popped
if
you're
plottin
on
a
jack
punk
I′ll
see
you
comin
from
a
mile
away
and
light
yo
ass
up
So
if
the
funk
is
on
you
betta
be
strapped
Cuz
you'll
be
bitin
the
nine
once
again
black
Call
me
agent
double
O
deuce
four
I
got
a
mini
380
in
the
sleeve
of
my
coat
I'm
a
killA
the
mothafuckin
X
to
the
R-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
Cuz
I′m
jackin
every
thang
from
a
cut
to
a
mini
truck
Better
not
be
trippin
never
slippin
It′s
just
another
mothafuckin
grave
that
I'm
diggin
Forties
swiggin
got
a
nigga
bent
and
wanna
kill
Fools
try
to
catch
me
slippin
but
they
never
will
I′m
the
mothafuckin
X
loc
no
joke
I'm
from
the
garden
block
where
mothafuckas
get
smoked
If
your
Daytons
got
a
little
more
shine
than
the
ones
I
got
I′m
gonna
get
my
nine
and
your
shit
is
mine
You
hella
bold
if
you
reach
for
your
gat
Cuz
I'm
gonna
put
a
hole
in
your
ass
and
it′s
like
that
Lynch,
(You
gonna
be
heaven
sent
fool)
Niggas
nuts
on
the
wall
I'm
shooting
mothafuckas
[Chorus:]
Cuz
I'll
shoot
your
punk
ass
in
a
minute
I′ll
give
you
some
of
this
[ginshots]
or
some
of
this
[more
gunshots]
I′m
a
trigger
happy
nigga
I
prove
it
every
time
that
I
ride
I'll
kill
a
punk
at
the
drop
of
a
dime
For
instance
a
nigga
talkin
shit
Betta
yet
a
fool
tryin
to
front
for
a
bitch
yeah
(I′ll
give
you
some
of
this
[gunshots]
or
some
of
this
[gunshots]
Nigga
aim
nigga
hit
wanna
trip
nigga
trip
Fuck
a
fool's
gun
if
he
got
a
empty
clip
Brotha
Lynch
(I′m
a
blast,
I'm
a
blast)
Where
your
bullet
land?
(in
that
ass,
in
that
ass)
Niggas
ain′t
shit
a
bitch
is
a
dead
bitch
If
she
fuck
wit
me
she
gonna
be
shittin
led
bricks
Cuz
I
treat
a
hoe
like
a
hoe
should
be
treated
Instead
of
a
queen
I
treat
a
bitch
like
a
thief
I'll
have
a
hoe
terrified
thinkin
I'm
a
looney
Settin
up
her
folks
so
I
can
jack
em
for
they
jewelry
Kickin
down
doors
wavin
gats
fuck
a
discussion
All
I
want
is
money
if
there
ain′t
none
then
I′m
bustin
yeah
I'm
killin
mamas,
daddys
and
nephews
I′m
killin
sons,
daughters
and
sparin
you
You
can
play
the
Rambo
role
like
you're
a
down
black
brother
But
picture
this
I′m
still
shootin
mothafuckas
[Chorus]
You
crazy
if
you
think
you're
gonna
get
some
The
only
thing
you′re
gonna
get
is
yourself
smoked
punk
And
if
you
ever
wake
your
ass
up
You're
in
a
box
24
deep
cold
as
a
mothafuck
To
ya
niggas
that
dissed
me
Or
either
tried
to
blast
and
ya
missed
me
Keep
your
strap
on
cuz
I'm
a
get
my
jack
on
When
I
put
my
black
on
payback
is
fin
to
be
on
Your
brains
gone
I′m
a
let
it
be
known
trick
X
Raided
was
never
the
one
to
be
fucked
with
Cuz
you
was
sayin
you
was
hard
and
all
that
shit
But
when
you
found
you
couldn′t
quit
you
moved
your
ass
out
of
town
with
Your
bitch
Dumb
nigga
I'm
like
the
Terminator,
loco
Kickin
down
doors
with
Brotha
Lynch
lookin
for
yo
ass
Blast
everybody
in
the
house
and
fuck
gettin
caught
Bullet
wounds
will
get
a
nigga
caught
They
tell
the
cops
that
they
shot
ya
You
go
to
see
the
doctor
then
they
got
ya,
huh
A
niggas
like
me
leaves
no
evidence
sucka
When
I′m
jackin
me
a
fool,
I
shoot
the
mothafucka
[Talking]
Yeah,
once
again
it's
on
you
know
what
I′m
sayin?
That
nigga
X
mothafuckin
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
your
punk
ass
live
You
know
what
I′m
sayin?
sayin?
sayin?
(Then
again
he
might
not)
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