Текст песни Liquor, Niggaz & Triggaz - X-Raided
[X-Raided]
Nigga
recognize
I′m
that
motherfuckin
locc
08
drinkin
got
me
high
givin
head
to
my
44
They
can't
blame
me
for
the
actions
I
take
in
a
sicc
state
of
mind
as
I
premedi-tiz-ate
Fifty-one-fifty
as
my
brain
liquifies
Every
swig
a
nigga
takes
crazy
thoughts
intensifies
I′m
ready
to
ride,
I'm
Mr.
Hyde
murderin
Dr.
Jeckyl
You
aint
funkin
wit
a
pyscho
no
more
X-loc
is
goin
cleptomaniac,
stealin'
yo′
life
Cayse
I
gives
a
fuck
about
ya
That′s
why
I'm
using
that
44
to
blow
them
brains
up
out
cha
Dumb
shit
green
shit
hitting
the
concrete
Youse
a
victim
of
me
on
inez
street
I
shoot
you
in
the
head
and
let
that
ass
decay
You
been
laying
in
the
street
so
long
your
brains
is
turning
gray
You
niggaz
can′t
deal
wit
a
fool
thats
full
of
that
08
liquor
shit
I'm
runnin
around
town
wit
a
bad
ass
attitude
and
two
extra
clips
With
a
44
automatic
nigga
you
know
you
gotta
duck
Either
that
or
be
another
victim
of
a
motherfuckin
slaughter
Best
for
the
hoe
the
44
magnum
got
me
stressin
My
mind
was
tellin
me
no
but
the
40
ounce
kept
tellin
me
yes
He
had
on
a
vest,
but
I
still
managed
to
leave
that
ass
for
dead
Cuz
there
ain′t
one
motherfucker
in
the
whole
wide
world
With
a
bullet
proof
forehead
So
when
you
see
me
swiggin
that
08
liquor
hold
your
breath
I'm
slammin
the
bottle
upside
your
dome
when
ain′t
none
left
[Chorus:
x2]
Cause
I
don't
love
you
hoes,
I
don't
love
you
niggaz
All
I′m
givin
a
fuck
is
about
my
liquor
and
my
triggas
When
I′m
off
that
OE,
when
I'm
off
that
OE
Lo
better
watch
your
back
for
nervous
mo
For
really
though
really
though
[X-Raided]
I′m
sewing
up
slube
eating
up
drinking
your
blood
like
liquor
Its
all
because
I'm
givin
a
fuck
and
I
got
no
love
for
you
niggas
I′m
leavin
up
outta
the
house
When
it's
time
to
ride
and
create
some
death
Only
thing
I
got
with
me
is
a
40
of
E
and
it
ain′t
enough
left
For
me
to
be
pourin
it
out
for
the
next
motherfucker
resting
in
peace
I
love
my
homies
and
G's,
but
it's
EBK
when
the
trigger
released
For
those
who
don′t
know,
it′s
EveryBody
Killa,
step
on
back
Ain't
no
time
tryin
to
be
chhosy
when
I′m
fucked
up,
pullin
the
cap
And
the
reason,
a
murder's
good
enough
to
put
these
hot
ones
on
ya
Nigga
run
on
up
go
ahead
you
can
be
a
victim
if
you
wanna
Aint
no
thing
to
me
we
can
do
it
any
way
you
want
a
do
it
It′ll
hurt
you
more
than
it'll
hurt
me
when
I
put
these
bullets
to
it
Blow
them
brains
up
out
you
wit
a
44
caliber
magnum
crom
Only
thing
that′s
at
the
scene
Is
a
40
ounce
bottle
but
all
the
liquors
gone
They
looking
for
a
motherfucker
but
fool
they'll
never
find
a
locc
You
get
in
the
shower
I'm
ass
naked
right
behind
your
door
Sicc
like
Norman
Bates,
I′m
murdering
like
a
motherfuck
Wit
a
gun
in
one
hand
a
40
in
the
other
one
fool
up
and
down
the
trunk
Like
Jimmy
Jones,
David
Koresh
I′m
having
these
fools
strapped,
drinking
cyanide
They
burning
themselves
up
trying
to
get
the
fuck
away
from
the
X
But
ain't
nowhere
to
hide
Let
me
play
that
Jack
Kevorkian,
I′m
Dr.
Death,
assisting
a
suicide
When
I
put
in
my
clip
I
caulk
it
back
it
goes
clack
clack
That's
one
in
the
chamba
(chamber)
One
for
your
nuts
and
one
for
your
bitch′s
cat
I
swig
my
40
and
fool
I
ain't
pouring
out
not
one
drop
Straight
sicc
in
the
dome,
I
thought
you
knew
My
nigga
that′s
on
the
blocc
[Chorus
x2]
When
I
die
its
time
to
put
atop
my
let
my
homies
do
it
They
could
pump
me
up
with
the
O8
(yodda)
instead
of
embalmin
fluid
And
when
you
barry
me
put
a
40
and
a
gun
in
the
casket
with
me
So
I
can
be
buzzin
when
my
cousins
come
to
hell
to
get
me
Im
giving
up
nothing
steady
be
bustin
caps
all
over
the
place
I
got
the
Devil
so
high
he
told
me
to
get
the
fuck
out
of
his
face
So
now
Im
back
and
ready
to
motivate
this
old
shit
Beat
judicisim
locc
up
because
I
cut
off
dicks
like
a
circumsisim
I
pick
up
the
4-0,
mo'
goes
down
my
throat
and
hits
my
tonsils
I
look
up
to
throw
up
the
blocc
I'm
to′
up
and
can′t
be
held
responsible
Three
strikes
giving
up
life
for
traffic
tickets
and
petty
shit
So
I'm
going
out
making
everybody
going
look
like
that
spaghetti
shit
Stay
out
my
way
unless
you
to
get
your
life
took
Motherfuck
your
little
hit
list,
I
got
a
big
ass
hit
book
But
that
cereal
murdering
44
magnum
Will
take
him
off
the
street
and
put
him
in
a
grave
With
a
whole
in
his
head
which
is
made
with
the
reefer
system
it
is
And
I′m
that
one
drunk
motherfucker
thats
at
your
funeral
home
Sicc
with
death
and
taking
that
eightball
piss
all
over
your
gravestone
So
when
you
see
me
swiggin
that
08 liquor
hold
your
breath
I'm
slammin
the
bottle
upside
your
dome
when
ain′t
none
left,
'cuz
[Chorus...]
1 That's How Tha Trigga Went
2 Bitch Killa
3 Every Single Bitch
4 Fuckin Wit a Psycho
5 Everybody Killa
6 Shoot Cha In a Minute
7 That Siccness
8 Open Tha Casket
9 Recognize
10 Check Your Bitch
11 Wanna Get High?
12 Movie - Skit
13 Duece-5 to Life
14 Unfucwitable
15 Liquor, Niggaz & Triggaz
16 Wita Mask On
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