X-Raided - Who is Y'all n***as lyrics

Yeah X-Raided yeah Yeah X-Raided yeah Yeah X-Raided yeah Goin' down ugh n***as be woofin' that sh** n***a who the f** is you n***a? Show me y'all credentials before you speak on X-Raided They say when the dogs away the cats'll play Now X-Raided's back up in this b**h leavin' n***as DOA Spittin' fire Why you done woke up the dragon? Thought the loc was through so n***as startin' braggin' About who can f** with X now really Who put Sac on the map was it you don't be silly Will he make the beats up? n***a what? And 24th Street rip But even blood n***as got dubs on my sh** And thug n***as on the south side Slam X-Raided loc when they out ridin' I'm the king of this Sac-Town scene and you peasant I ran sh** in the past, will in the future and the present Yo Meek attempt to diss me was futile boy I knew you back when you was broke wearin' Bugle Boys Now you got tattoos ooh! You big k**a I won't hesitate to slap you, you still a b**h n***a Which n***a wanna war with the hardcore Load up you .44 playa what cha waitin' for Lay a motha f**a face down With bullet holes in his clothes Decapitated and naked from the waist down Chorus: Who is y'all new booty a** n***as tryin' diss this n***a I dismiss n***as Endless blue sportin trigga tottin menace n***as that'll disfigure n***as on my sh** list (2X) Nig-n***as on my sh** list n***as on my sh** list Nig-n***as on my sh** list n***as on my sh** list I know y'all busta remember me Pumpin' slugs in your dome lobotomizin' your memory It's him or me when the wars on My new tapes out now the south areas' a war zone I send letters from the pen to my true locs It's time to ride my n***a go out and shoot folks Incarceration ain't workin' My body's locked but my souls on the streets lurkin' Perkin' n***as like Folgers, motivatin' soldiers To make you set look like yo set got wrecked with bulldozers How many marks can I take in one day? I'mma need a little help don't trip it's on the way, hey! Display your corpse like a mannequin in the window Why damagin' You got no wind and it's plain and simple Make 'em cripple Get savage when I aim my pistol Flame a missile through your temple till your brain gristles Dead issues Chorus Who is y'all, who is y'all Yeah I'm through with y'all, through with y'all What Who is y'all, who is y'all Yeah I'm through with y'all, through with y'all (2X) n***a you can't f** with X-Raided and you hated I heard that little b**h a** sh** that you stated, n***a You can't f** with X-Raided and you hated I'm the motha f**in' bomb bout to detonate it I consume fake rappin' mark n***as like Brut Chew 'em up spit 'em out piss on 'em when I'm through You used to be a crip now you claim damu You dog n***as didn't know but n***a I do I knew you's a hook like a U-turn Put your a** in a urn cremated n***a burned Howard Stern couldn't clown a n***a worse than Raided Let loose a few verses had you cursed and faded Like Madusa on the loop I'm turnin' true to the stone Spittin' brimstone burnin' motha f**as to bone If it's on I'mma show you how to end this sh** Chrome .50 caliber "Des Eags" with extended clips b**h Chorus