Brotha Lynch Hung - Call Tha Guardz lyrics

{Verse 1: X-Raided} I lied when I said you wouldn't get smoked Eyes examine the barrel as I watch you choke Take a deep breath, cause it's your last, n***a Got any last words? (Sicx): f** that pig, pull the trigga! And that's a present from me For helping me out the motherf**ing penitentiary Label me insane and the dope dealer Now add this to your list a cop k**er You can go on and on, fool But you won't catch the X when I match in the old school Like some peddle masked to the floor And pa**ed the hundred and flipped back to zero Hit 99 and I'm Southbound 35 miles to get to Sac-Town I saw a brown Monte Carlo, so I start To hit the sirens, time to ditch this cop car Grabbed the gauge off the dash I said "Get out the car, or I'm a blast" n***a didn't ask no questions I had a gat, so he followed my suggestions Face down, on the concrete All he saw was the streaks, that I left in the street Now all I need is a drink But I ain't got no cash, so let me think Will I walk in the store, steal on and shoot the clerk? f** it, a beer run that'll work Got off the freeway, on 4 & Row Food and Liquor Market, here we go (Cashier): Can I see some I.D., please? (X-Raided): Nah, let me get out the car (Cashier): Uh, can you leave the beer here? (X-Raided): Nah, I'm outta here (Sound of car driving away) (X-Raided): Ha, you stupid motherf**er {Hook} Ice Cube: Never should've been let out the penitentiary Eazy-E: Tired of the motherf**in' jackin' (Repeats Twice) {Verse 2: X-Raided} Rolling downtown with a forty in my lap Gripping a nine, and I'm eager to peel a cap I honked and saw a b**h at the bank teller I need some cash, how to get her? Head to the lot, and found an unlit space I can't let the b**h see my face So, I crept up slow in the dark I said don't breathe, unless you wanna see my nine squirt Just like I thought, the b**h panicked I put the gat to her head, took her cash, and let her have it Watched her body drop, pulled off my mask Cellmate pulled out his hand and said he wanted half X-Raided just laughed Looked at him crazy, and said you can't have no cash And then, the n***a got mad Whipped out the nine on his a** and went blast Too much cargo in the first place n***a wasn't doing sh**, but taking up space He was my celly for a year or two So to k** his a** was something I've been wanting to do He wasn't nothing but a cracker Doing time in the pen with the Garden Blocc Jacker The motherf**er didn't know And now he's dead in the car, f**ing with a psycho! {Hook} {Verse 3: X-Raided} My dick's gone hard for all the drama So I'm headin' to the garden, to f** my baby's mama 24, the streets I know well When she see me, she gone be shocked as hell I knocked on the door, and she answered it I saw another n***a sitting on the couch and sh** I walked in, the n***a tried to act Locc That made my day, another fool I have smoke I let him have it, the n***a straight dropped And it was time for my b**h to get mopped I didn't tripped though, I got my f**ing zone Fall asleep, woke up, and the b**h was gone Grabbed the gauge, cause I got a weird vibe Peeped out the windows, and the cops was outside (Police): "Come on out with your hands up!" I said "f** you pig, and you can s** my left nut!" co*ked the motherf**ing 12-gauge Jumped out the window, and went on a rampage Blasting as I hid behind a car Havin' visions of the mothf**in' cell-bars I'd rather die than go back, so take that, b**h I pulled the trigger, and went out like a lunatic Lots of lead from my gauge got discharged They need help to call tha guardz {End of the Song}