Let It Be Known

X-raided

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    [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!!!

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    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

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    [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!

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    [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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    Composition: A. Brown

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