X-Raided (a.k.a. Nefarious) - Hellraizer lyrics

[Verse 1: X-Raided] Cash was on my mind at an early age growin up too fast Looking out for ways to stay paid God bless the child that has his own I was told So every single day the dope was sold I never liked school cuz this sh** was never real for me I rather hang out with n***as that was down to k** for me Never stood still long enough to have stability Never took advantage of my athletic abilities Only way up out the ghetto for a black man Is to either play a sport know how to sing, rap, or dance The only other option is to join a gang or slang yola Hanging out with the other high rollas trying to get your pockets swoll Look at the competition, the mission is to get rich As quick as possible and turn your cash legit But the you make could be your last You'll always have the jackers and crackers out to bust your a** So don't be slipping Living the life styles of the rich and famous I keep my hands clean staying blameless it's scandalous but I'm shameless All I want to do is stack the cream Ever since I was a little n***a that was my dream (Chorus) Pants been sagging ever since I was a seventh grader Pocket full of rocks and a Sky pager A n***a had dreams of coming up major Nothing but a little a** hellraizer Been sagging ever since I was a seventh grader Pocket full of rocks and a Sky pager A n***a had dreams of coming up major Nothing but a little a** hellraizer Fucced around and caught my homegirl ovulatin Threw a cold twist on the whole situation Now I got to figure out a way to break the Genius World record for makin cash Cuz now I got a baby in my business Call up the essay Go down to (S)Toccton say "Throw it on the scale" 1000 grams is what it weighs Getting 10 g's cuz he shows me love Mucho gracias senior Adios, and then I'm up out the door It's bacc to Sac, time to make the paper stacc Standin in the kitchen, palms itchin cookin up the chiccen 11-3-51 narcotic 85% pure product, let it rocc up My stoccs up a grip 600 buccs a zip Fucced up and slipped and the taskforce dipped Caught a young n***a with a quarter pound of "D" Got a deal for 3, entered a guilty plead Now I'm in the "Pen" stressed out San Quinten Lady bout to have a n***a baby any minute 32 months I got to do Then I'll be bacc on the streets with my crew, thought cha knew (Chorus) Fresh out "Pen" once again on the loose My lady had my baby and she's already duce Bacc in the hood and ain't a damn thang change All the same n***as stugglin tryin to survive in the game I got to get mine but is landmines in the streets Take the wrong move and get swept off your feet My baby got to eat and I'mma provide Even if I got to ride or die I ain't down with minimum wage so mutha fucc a 9 to 5 I'm duccin the cops like Marco Polo My tightest dog died when I was a mobile So now I'm rollin solo Loco in the membrane never been tamed and never will be And I'm hustlin to the day a n***a k**s me (Chorus)