Mask On

X-raided

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    [killa hoe]
    yes, mutha fuckas
    yet you have entered the psycho ward
    where the X-raided lays his head, niggas
    so let that nigga tell his story.... beotch

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

    [killa hoe] ((da misses))
    creepin' through the dark with that motha fuckin' mask on
    packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blaston
    creepin' through the dark...
    ((..murderin' motha fuckas))
    aimin' for the heart...
    ((..slaughterin' motha fuckas))

    (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'll see that sista, "hey LSG"
    oh with the stogie-ogie-ogie now follow me
    and to your death, yeah bitch you shouldn'tna fucked with a g
    'cause i got that S A C on my muthafuckin' family, uzi
    shit it gets crazier, disect your fuckin' heart
    and bury your ass in the motha fuckin' park
    pop chop chop goes your head
    'cause it's 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 and nuts ain't evenhangin'"
    so slippedy slip slip slip slip slide
    got the fuckin' glock and on your soul i'm 'a ride
    because it's the motha fuckin' bone
    ready to get gone
    and it's da motha fuckin' miss with the mask on

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    [killa hoe]
    creepin' through the dark with that motha fuckin' mask on
    packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blaston

    [chopah]
    biatch get your grip 'cause i'm on that mission
    i slit first 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 have no pitty 'cause i loveharm
    so i.. want to bust caps like a g
    hey g pass me the hk afta that nine-millie so them fools comeremember me
    "you crazy nigga," not crazy, i'm psycho
    once i'm bustin' shots at them niggas move out just likemichael
    i flip, 'how you flip?'
    i'm flippin' it back and forth
    i'm havin' one of them bitches movin' they mouth and playin' poorsport
    oh shit mista nigga where's yo vest i'm 'bouts to pop ya
    how many times do i have to tell you you cannot like fuck withthe chopsta
    i rip shit the fuck up, that's the perfect sign to
    slit your throat, and 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 couldn't trust us
    your set be should be on move sorry 'cause your whole block isbustas
    vamp like that, black is cool i see no sunshine
    knocka full of AKs and a backpack full of tech nines
    biotch!

    [killa hoe] ((da misses))
    creepin' through the dark with that motha fuckin' mask on
    packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blaston
    creepin' through the dark..
    ((..murderin' motha fuckas))
    aimin' for the heart..
    ((..slaughterin' motha fuckas))

    [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'm gettin' up out of that bitch
    tear my bucket down march with fo' fo's burned up on the fuckin'ground
    i left him dead his bloddy head up on the concrete
    there he lay when the AK spray brains lookin like hamburgermeat
    i'm gettin' ghost like casper
    but i'm not that friendly nigga i'm that lunasicc bastard
    i'm hazardous to my own health
    just any minute i just might grab that nine millimeter and bustmy own self
    so we can take it to the next level
    i go to hell and get at the grim reeper yellin' "fuck thedevil!"
    so we can take it to the crossroads, motha fucka
    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 fuck the discussion
    all i want is the cash, if there ain't none i'm 'a blast
    killin' ya doctor, ya ambulance driva, and ya nurse
    you're 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' mask on
    packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blaston
    creepin' through the dark..
    ((..murderin' motha fuckas))
    aimin' for the heart..
    ((..slaughterin' motha fuckas))

    (x2)

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