X-RAIDED

X-RAIDED - Let It Be Known

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(feat. Chill Bola)

[Chill Bola]

I'm so sick of these little

trick ass cats

and their bitch ass raps

acting like they factors

they ain't nothing but rappers

they need to miss us with that shit, that they try to make us believe

you ain't no killas dog, just like you rap and blow weed

I hang with, cake movers

3-time losers

big body pushaz, and marijuana abusers

chickens never refuse us

they always go with us

even your baby daddy wanna roll wit us

y'all some wack niggaz

I'ma nigga that rap

without this rap shit you cats would be some square ass macks

its bola and X-raided

them niggaz they love hating

middle finger salute for all of the thug nation

this is for my true trippaz

door hing kickaz

forty cal packaz, and all of my thug niggaz

so I'm just rapping just what you see trick

I take it to the streets quick

I let it be known

what you gone see is what you get BITCH!!!

[Chorus x3: X-Raided]

let it be known nigga

call your bluff like a phone nigga

chrome trigga make your bone splinter

its on nigga

connecting puzzle pieces, put together the trigga releases

he projected cause we down for whatever

[X-Raided]

fuck around and get kidnapped by a masked man

tossed in a black van

either give us the cash, or they find your ass in a trash can

I'ma mad man

figurative, and literally speaking

life is a game and I'm trying to win and nigga I ain't above cheating

deleting enemies like a mistake on a computer screen

its a horror flick and I'm the director

we gonna shoot a scene

shotting me a forty-four caliba gat

and I blowing your brain right out the back

of your cerabellum like J F K

and watch 'em get the fuck out of the way

coming to spray parabellum

got tired of trying to tell them

im ready to buck

leaving you stuff, bout to erupt

like mount st. Helens

da felonies crimes commited

cause I'm commited to living this gangsterism

killa cos me and my nigga

aint down for riding for mistaking our senses

we making decisions

is it life or death

I suggest you pick a later date to be painless

splatter your brain with the smith and wesson stainless

is a lesson to be learned

you better pay attention

y'all nigga is bitches, I blew up your stomach like water retention

im water resistant

aint no wetting nefarious

niggaz wanna bury us

cause they hoes wanna marry us

niggaz is scary as a calvary line

aint got no courage

il serve fitin to that shit that you heard

every word bitch let it be known nigga!

[Chorus]

[Chill Bola]

my nigga I never hesitate, to extend an extra clip

when them niggaz be running off they mouth with all that excess lip

let his blood drip

let the nine kick

at anytime, take frame of mind

to immobolize your whole clique

punk bitch

get addicted clpis to your clips

and if you playing the captain

then you falling with ship

let it be known

I send a squad of killaz up inside your home

strapped with fully's and chromes

leaving your body exsposed to bones

while I'm posted at the tele

hit me on my celly phone

no love your orders is carried out

that problem you had is gone

so bitch niggaz break bread

and cough up my dividens

before they stay to view the body

while I'm contacting your next of kin

we packing straps for caps

pulling jacks for scratch

infest your hood with bombs

like we did them japs

making you fumble up your bundle

when I hit your ass with one of them slugs

based up on the fact that there ain't no motherfucking love nigga

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