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