X-raided - Mask On lyrics

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yes, mutha f*ckas
yet you´ve entered the psycho ward
where the X-raided lays his head, niggas
so let that nigga tell his story.... beotch
f*ck the police

[x-raided]
i be stalkin´ like jason, nigga i aint sayin´ shit
mask on wit´ a machedi in my right mit
aint gon´ be no "chi chi chi.. cha cha cha"
´cause all you gon´ be hearin´ is "ratta-tat" & "pop pop"
and it aint have got to be no friday the thirteenth
i do not give a f*ck if it is sunday the fifteenth
any day´s good for me to go & kill a ho
so f*ck the money, mo murder mo murder mo
and it is a nightmare on yo´ mama´s street
but freddy´s bitch-ass is dead, so now you got ta deal wit´ me
and aint no need to make no part two, three or fo´
´cause i am gon´ kill em all in that 1st episode
slit em open with the straight razor
killin´ em quicker than that mother f*cker pinhead on hellraiser
i am hellbound so the X-raided loc aint no joke
when i creep i use that nine-millimeter to split yo´ face wide open
´cause nigga you know i got no brain
mama said when i was young i did not play i liked to gangbang
my psychiatrist told me i was totally insane
i am packin´ a millimeter nine-a nina it is same daisy
i got that loco-active siccness
makin´ a nigga lunatic
i fit you filthy murderous when i am blastin´ on them bitches
killin´ em up, fillin´ em up with lead
i am full of that liquor i am stickin´ my trigga unloadin´ da shit sicc
so psychoactive nigga bangin´ the deuce-fo´ s t r to the double e t
don´t tell my nina you seem to be incubate
and i aint trippin´ em all that payback shit you ripped in jail
by then i will have that nine to make that brain thang hang out, nigga
you f*ckin´ with the g´sta
when you runnin´ up on the X you better bring your favorite preacher witchya
´cause you gon´ need him to be a witness when i smoke ya
look you in yo´ eyes & say "you shoulda been a loc´sta"

[killa hoe] ((da misses))
creepin´ through the dark with that motha f*ckin´ mask on
packin´ that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on
creepin´ through the dark...
((..murderin´ motha f*ckas))
aimin´ for the heart...
((..slaughterin´ motha f*ckas))

(x2)

[da misses]
pick up yo´ god damn remote turn on your TV
ya hit the channel to one eighty-seven faculty
look in the light you will see that sista, "hey LSG"
oh with the stogie-ogie-ogie now follow me
and to your death, yea bitch you shouldn´tna f*cked with a g
´cause i got that S A C on my muthaf*ckin´ family, uzi
shit it gets crazier, disect your f*ckin´ heart
and bury your ass in the motha f*ckin´ park
pop chop chop goes your head
´cause it is the bloody murdy with the ammo gat that ya felt
my dear, catch the needle in your eye
time to get wicked oh shit time to die
´cause the voices be sayin´
"misses start sprayin´
on these punk-ass niggas talkin´ shit & nuts aint even hangin´"
so slippedy slip slip slip slip slide
got the f*ckin´ glock & on your soul i am ´a ride
because it is the motha f*ckin´ bone
ready to get gone
and it is da motha f*ckin´ miss with the mask on

[killa hoe]
creepin´ through the dark with that motha f*ckin´ mask on
packin´ that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on

[chopah]
biatch get your grip ´cause i am on that mission
i slit 1st like O.J. so don´t let me start rippin´
shift up like a wind storm, now hollow ones make your body warm
but niggas are wanted for the life i´ve no pitty ´cause i love harm
so i.. wanna bust caps like a g
hey g pass me the hk afta that nine-millie so them fools come remember me
"you crazy nigga," not crazy, i am psycho
once i am bustin´ shots at them niggas move out just like michael
i flip, ´how you flip?´
i am flippin´ it back & forth
i am havin´ one of them bitches movin´ they mouth & playin´ poor sport
oh shit mista nigga where is yo vest i am ´bouts to pop ya
how many times do i´ve to tell you you can´t like f*ck with the chopsta
i rip shit the f*ck up, that is the perfect sign to
slit your throat, & bury your ass where no one can find you
with my mask on, my paths leave no evidence
black gloves black scarf crept i creep nights so handle shits
you punk-ass bustas
i heard you could not trust us
your set be should be on move sorry ´cause your whole block is bustas
vamp like that, black is cool i see no sunshine
knocka full of AKs & a backpack full of tech nines
biotch!

[killa hoe] ((da misses))
creepin´ through the dark with that motha f*ckin´ mask on
packin´ that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on
creepin´ through the dark..
((..murderin´ motha f*ckas))
aimin´ for the heart..
((..slaughterin´ motha f*ckas))

[lunasicc]
wait ya see my nina, ya shoulda ducked
just knowin´ a nigga like lunasicc don´t be givin´ a fucc
so uh, i lit it up now i am gettin´ up out of that bitch
tear my bucket down march with fo´ fo´s burned up on the f*ckin´ ground
i left him dead his bloddy head up on the concrete
there he lay when the AK spray brains lookin like hamburger meat
i am gettin´ ghost like casper
but i am not that friendly nigga i am that lunasicc bastard
i am hazardous to my own health
just any minute i just might grab that nine millimeter & bust my own self
so we can take it to the next level
i go to hell & get at the grim reeper yellin´ "f*ck the devil!"
so we can take it to the crossroads, motha f*cka
even then my nine steadily loaded killin´ all you bustas
fill it up with hollow tips then pop nigga drop me one
fillin´ all you devils up with them hot ones
kickin´ down doors with x, shoot my gat in f*ck the discussion
all i want is the cash, if there aint none i am ´a blast
killin´ ya doctor, ya ambulance driva, & ya nurse
you are walkin´ to your funeral ´cause x´loc blew up your hurse
you´z a victim of the lunasicc, hell of quick to blast
ash to ash dust to dust right up on yo´ motha f*ckin´ ass
with the quicka, the reepa the nigga
takin´ the gat with a blast straight to the dome
lunasicc for the nine-five bitch creepin´ with my mask on

[killa hoe] ((da misses))
creepin´ through the dark with that motha f*ckin´ mask on
packin´ that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on
creepin´ through the dark..
((..murderin´ motha f*ckas))
aimin´ for the heart..
((..slaughterin´ motha f*ckas))

(x2)

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