paroles de chanson Who Is Y'all? - X-Raided
Yeah
X-Raided
yeah
Yeah
X-Raided
yeah
Yeah
X-Raided
yeah
Goin'
down
ugh
Niggas
be
woofin'
that
shit
Nigga
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
play
Now
X-Raided's
back
up
in
this
bitch
leavin'
niggas
DOA
Spittin'
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
silly
Will
he
make
the
beats
up?
Nigga
what?
And
24th
Street
rip
But
even
blood
niggas
got
dubs
on
my
shit
And
thug
niggas
on
the
south
side
Slam
X-Raided
loc
when
they
out
ridin'
I'm
the
king
of
this
Sac-Town
scene
and
you
peasant
I
ran
shit
in
the
past,
will
in
the
future
and
the
present
Yo
Meek
attempt
to
diss
me
was
futile
boy
I
knew
you
back
when
you
was
broke
wearin'
Bugle
Boys
Now
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
hardcore
Load
up
you
.44
playa
what
cha
waitin'
for
Lay
a
motha
fucka
face
down
With
bullet
holes
in
his
clothes
Decapitated
and
naked
from
the
waist
down
Who
is
y'all
new
booty
ass
niggas
tryin'
diss
this
nigga
I
dismiss
niggas
Endless
blue
sportin
trigga
tottin
menace
Niggas
that'll
disfigure
niggas
on
my
shit
list
Nig-niggas
on
my
shit
list
Niggas
on
my
shit
list
Nig-niggas
on
my
shit
list
Niggas
on
my
shit
list
I
know
y'all
busta
remember
me
Pumpin'
slugs
in
your
dome
lobotomizin'
your
memory
It's
him
or
me
when
the
wars
on
My
new
tapes
out
now
the
south
areas'
a
war
zone
I
send
letters
from
the
pen
to
my
true
locs
It's
time
to
ride
my
nigga
go
out
and
shoot
folks
Incarceration
ain't
workin'
My
body's
locked
but
my
souls
on
the
streets
lurkin'
Perkin'
niggas
like
Folgers,
motivatin'
soldiers
To
make
you
set
look
like
yo
set
got
wrecked
with
bulldozers
How
many
marks
can
I
take
in
one
day?
I'mma
need
a
little
help
don't
trip
it's
on
the
way,
hey!
Display
your
corpse
like
a
mannequin
in
the
window
Why
damagin'
You
got
no
wind
and
it's
plain
and
simple
Make
'em
cripple
Get
savage
when
I
aim
my
pistol
Flame
a
missile
through
your
temple
till
your
brain
gristles
Dead
issues
Who
is
y'all,
who
is
y'all
Yeah
I'm
through
with
y'all,
through
with
y'all
What
Who
is
y'all,
who
is
y'all
Yeah
I'm
through
with
y'all,
through
with
y'all
Nigga
you
can't
fuck
with
X-Raided
and
you
hated
I
heard
that
little
bitch
ass
shit
that
you
stated,
nigga
You
can't
fuck
with
X-Raided
and
you
hated
I'm
the
motha
fuckin'
bomb
bout
to
detonate
it
I
consume
fake
rappin'
mark
niggas
like
Brut
Chew
'em
up
spit
'em
out
piss
on
'em
when
I'm
through
You
used
to
be
a
crip
now
you
claim
damu
You
dog
niggas
didn't
know
but
nigga
I
do
I
knew
you's
a
like
a
U-turn
Put
your
ass
in
a
urn
cremated
nigga
burned
Howard
Stern
couldn't
clown
a
nigga
worse
than
Raided
Let
loose
a
few
verses
had
you
cursed
and
faded
Like
Madusa
on
the
loop
I'm
turnin'
true
to
the
stone
Spittin'
brimstone
burnin'
motha
fuckas
to
bone
If
it's
on
I'mma
show
you
how
to
end
this
shit
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