Liqour, Niggas & Triggas

Liquor, Niggas and TriggasX-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 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

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

- 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