(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 I premiz-edi-tiz-ate Fifty-one-fifty as my brain liquifies Every swig a nigga take crazy thoughts intensify I'm ready to ride, I'm Mr. Hyde, but murderin Dr. Jeckyl You ain't fuckin wit a pyscho no more, X-loc is goin klepto, maniac Stealin' yo' life cause 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 niggas 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 hole in his chest, 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 it ain't nothin left Cuhhz
[Hook: repeat 2X] Cause I don't love you hoes, I don't love you niggas 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 chewin off slugs, eatin em up, drinking your blood like liquor Its all because I'm givin a fuck and I got no love for these 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 to be tryna be choosy when I'm fucked up, im 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 Ain't 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 yo dome wit a 44 caliber magnum chrome 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 asshole naked and 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 Burning theyselves 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 and click I cock it back it goes clack clack That's one in the chamber One for your nuts and one for your bitch's cat I swig my 40 to that but 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
[Hook] - 2X
When I die and its time for my autopsy let homies do it They could pump me up with the O8 gold instead of embalmin fluid And when you bury 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 steadily bustin caps all over the place I got the Devil so high, he told me get the fuck out his face So now Im back and ready to motivate this old shit Spit G-sterism locc I could cut off the dicks like a circumcision I pick up the 4-0, mo' goes down my throat and hits my tonsils I look up and 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 wishin 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 his feet And put him in a grave with a hole in his head And slay for the reefer he took in the meetin And I'm that one drunk motherfucker thats at your funeral home Dick whipped out, taking that eightball piss all over your gravestone So when you see me swiggin that 0 8 liquor hold your breath I'm slammin the bottle upside your dome when it ain't nothin' left, 'cuz
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