[X-Raided talking]
Nigga who was the first one screamin' the block
On these records nigga?
Who was the first nigga that brought the town
Really nationwide nigga?
Who but me nigga?
[Verse 1: X-Raided]
Draggin' it tellin' it nigga ways, and peepin' the game
Packin' it sellin' it nigga pay, keepin' the change Raided
Deep in the game crack, sellin' it nigga track
Hit the bell and it hold back
On the scene with felons, greens, inhalin' the smoke
Sub-machines for the melons of foes
In the clubs with beams on Glocks
Lookin' for fiends sellin' souls to the cops red
Died in his shirt hurt, silence is proved dead
I'm a soldier to Blocc niggas that think violence is cute
I'm chasing niggas in hot pursuit, nine's is mute
Silencers screwed on the nose of the barrels, surprise murders
Use bows and arrows like Bo Duke
Cause riots and urge my Loc-youth to go shoot
Madman motherfucka, we lootin' and smashin'
'Cause you lyin', rhymin' wid passion but no truth
Bad hands is dealt like gamblers in Vegas
Melt wires in niggas amplifiers, invade the
Scrambler, motherfuck it he called yo convo
Red or blue, if you cut the wrong line, the bomb blow
We roll super deep like fire ants
Troop wid heat like we bought gun stores wid my advance
Who but me?
Nigga who was the first one screamin' the block
On these records nigga?
Who was the first nigga that brought the town
Really nationwide nigga?
Who but me nigga?
[Verse 1: X-Raided]
Draggin' it tellin' it nigga ways, and peepin' the game
Packin' it sellin' it nigga pay, keepin' the change Raided
Deep in the game crack, sellin' it nigga track
Hit the bell and it hold back
On the scene with felons, greens, inhalin' the smoke
Sub-machines for the melons of foes
In the clubs with beams on Glocks
Lookin' for fiends sellin' souls to the cops red
Died in his shirt hurt, silence is proved dead
I'm a soldier to Blocc niggas that think violence is cute
I'm chasing niggas in hot pursuit, nine's is mute
Silencers screwed on the nose of the barrels, surprise murders
Use bows and arrows like Bo Duke
Cause riots and urge my Loc-youth to go shoot
Madman motherfucka, we lootin' and smashin'
'Cause you lyin', rhymin' wid passion but no truth
Bad hands is dealt like gamblers in Vegas
Melt wires in niggas amplifiers, invade the
Scrambler, motherfuck it he called yo convo
Red or blue, if you cut the wrong line, the bomb blow
We roll super deep like fire ants
Troop wid heat like we bought gun stores wid my advance
Who but me?
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