Liquor, Niggas and Triggas X-Raided (Ft. Brotha Lynch Hung & Sicx)

(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