X-Raided - Liquor, n***az And Triggaz lyrics

[X-Raided] n***a recognize, I'm that muthaf**in loc Ol' E drinkin got me high, Givin head to my. 44 They can't blame me for the actions I'll take In the sick state of mind, I premeditizzate 51-50 as my brain liquefies Every swig a n***a take, Crazy thoughts intensify I'm ready to ride I'm Mr. Hyde but murderin Dr. Jekyll You ain't f**in with a psycho no more X-Loc is goin Kleptomaniac Stealin your life cause I gives a f** sbout ya That why I'm using that. 44 To blow them brains up out your dome Slick green sh** hittin the concrete Fool, you's a victim if you saw a nightmare street I'll shoot in the head and let that a** decay You been layin in the street so long Your brains is turnin grey You n***as can't deal with a fool That's full of that Ol' E liquor sh** I'm runnin around town with a bada** attitude and two extra clips But A. 44 automatic, n***a you know you gotta duck Either that or be another victim of a muthaf**in slaughter Pest better hold his chest The. 44 Magnum got me stressed My mind was tellin me no but the 40 oz. Kept tellin me yes He had on a vest but I still managed to leave that a** for dead Cause there ain't one muthaf**a in the whole wide world With a bulletproof forehead So when you see me swiggin that Ol' E liqour Hold your breath, I'm slammin the bottle upside your dome Where there ain't nothin left, cuzz [Hook: Brotha Lynch, (Sicx)] Cause I don't love you hoes, I don't love you n***as All I'm givin a f** is about my liquor and my triggaz [2X] (Yeah, When I'm off that Ol' E) (When I'm off-When I'm off that Ol' E) (Loc, Better watch yo back on nervous mode) (For really though-Really though, Yeah) [2X] [X-Raided] I'm chewin on slugs, Eatin 'em up Drinkin your blood like liquor It's all because I'm given a f** And I got no love for you n***as I'm leavin it up in the house When it's time to ride and create some d**h Only thing I got with me is a 40 of E And the dank and a vest For me to be pourin it out for the next muthaf**a restin in peace I love my Homies and G's But it's ebk when they trigga with me For those who don't know, It's Every Body k**a Step on back, Ain't no time to try to be cute G When the funk jumps, I'm peelin that cap Any reason to murder Is enough for me to put some of these hot ones on ya n***a run on up, go ahead You could be a victim if you wanna Ain't no thang to me We can do it anyway you wanna do it It'll hurt you more than it'll me When I put these bullets to it Blow them brains up out yo dome With A. 44 Caliber Magnum Chrome Only thing at the scene is 40 oz. Bottle but all of the liquor's gone They lookin for a muthaf**a But fool, They'll never find a loc You get in the shower I'm a**hole naked and right behind your door Sick like Norman Bates, I'm murderin like a muthaf** With a gun in one hand, A 40 in the other I'm tore up and hella drunk Like Jimmy Jones and David Koresh I'm havin them fools stressed Drinkin Cyanide, burnin they selves up Tryin to get the f** away from the X But ain't nowhere to hide Let me play that Jack Kevorkian I'm Dr. d**h, Assistin to suicide When I put in my clip, It's click I c*** it back, It goes clack-clack That's one in the chamber One for your nuts and one for your b**h's kat I'll swig my 40 to that But fool, I ain't pourin out not one drop Straight sick in the dome I thought you knew, my n***a That's on the Blocc [Hook: Brotha Lynch, (Sicx)] Cause I don't love you hoes, I don't love you n***as All I'm givin a f** is about my liquor and my triggaz [2X] (Yeah, When I'm off that Ol' E) (When I'm off-When I'm off that Ol' E) (Loc, Better watch yo back on nervous mode) (For really though-Really though, Yeah) [2X] [X-Raided] When I die and it's time for autopsy Let my homies do it They could pump me up with Ol' E gold Instead of Embalmin Fluid And when you bury me Put a 40 and a gun in the casket with me So I could be buzzin When my cousins come to hell to get me I'm givin up nothin Steadily bustin caps all over the place I got the devil so high He told me to get the f** out his face So now I'm back and ready to motivate this old sh** Spit G'sterism loc I could cut off the dick like a circumcision I pick up the 4-0 More goes down my throat and hits my tonsils I look up and throw up the Blocc I'm tore up and can't be held responsible Three strikes is givin out life for traffic tickets and petty sh** So I'm goin out Makin everybody go and look like that spaghetti sh** Stay out my, Unless you wishin to get your life took Muthaf** your little hit list, I got a big a** hit book For that serial murderin. 44 Magnum That'll take him off his feet And put him in the grave with a hole in the head And slay for the reefer he took in the meetin And I'm that one drunk muthaf**a that's at your funeral home Dick whipped out, Takin a 8-Ball piss all over your grave stone So when you see me swiggin that Ol' E liqour Hold your breath, I'm slammin the bottle upside your dome Where there ain't nothin left, cuzz [Hook: Brotha Lynch, (Sicx)] Cause I don't love you hoes, I don't love you n***as All I'm givin a f** is about my liquor and my triggaz [2X] (Yeah, When I'm off that Ol' E) (When I'm off-When I'm off that Ol' E) (Loc, Better watch yo back on nervous mode) (For really though-Really though, Yeah) (When I'm off that Ol' E) (When I'm off-When I'm off that Ol' E) (Loc, Better watch yo back-Better watch yo back on nervous mode) (For real though) Cause I don't love you hoes, I don't love you n***as All I'm givin a f** is about my liquor and my triggaz [4X]