Deadly Game X-Raided
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[First Verse]
X-Raided locc never was a choir boy
Ya folks got a gang of priors
Maybe that's why one-time's be triflin
Tryin to give a young nigga thirty-five to life
When i ain't even done nothin wrong offica
I have no in-fo to offer-ya
He asked my name so i came off the brain
Told him, "I'm John Doe and this is my hoe Jane"
He said, "smart mouth nigga, don't make me do ya"
Put my thumbprint in his high-tech computer
My name came back with a warrant, felonies
Now they got me down town, spreadin my anus
Buttocks, I'm like, "what the fuck is it now ?"
They say I robbed a liquor store; they know when, where, and how
And it's foul, got your boy to' up from the flo' up
Moms in the courtroom lookin like she bout to throw up
It's a strong armed robbery, strapped in the commosion
Pre-trial conference, D.A. got a proposition
He said your losing trial, you'll get 38 with "L" on top
Take the deal he'd give me five with havin most of the charges dropped
Hopped on the deal quicker than flash
It's sad I admit that, but two and a half ain't bad I got getback
Sentence me to five, two I gotta bring
Only strike one, swing batta batta swing
X-Raided locc never was a choir boy
Ya folks got a gang of priors
Maybe that's why one-time's be triflin
Tryin to give a young nigga thirty-five to life
When i ain't even done nothin wrong offica
I have no in-fo to offer-ya
He asked my name so i came off the brain
Told him, "I'm John Doe and this is my hoe Jane"
He said, "smart mouth nigga, don't make me do ya"
Put my thumbprint in his high-tech computer
My name came back with a warrant, felonies
Now they got me down town, spreadin my anus
Buttocks, I'm like, "what the fuck is it now ?"
They say I robbed a liquor store; they know when, where, and how
And it's foul, got your boy to' up from the flo' up
Moms in the courtroom lookin like she bout to throw up
It's a strong armed robbery, strapped in the commosion
Pre-trial conference, D.A. got a proposition
He said your losing trial, you'll get 38 with "L" on top
Take the deal he'd give me five with havin most of the charges dropped
Hopped on the deal quicker than flash
It's sad I admit that, but two and a half ain't bad I got getback
Sentence me to five, two I gotta bring
Only strike one, swing batta batta swing
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