X-Raided (a.k.a. Nefarious) - Fatal Blow lyrics

Next Song is Fatal Blow The yeah yeah yeah, Black Market X-raided in the house We break it down (Chorus) Tell me who could f** wit my thugs (nobody) Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) Who could f** wit my thugs (nobody) Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) We pa** the microphone back and fourth like chronic Twisted linguistics, no english, just spanish and ebonics Criminalistic thug luv ain't a damn thang changed And most kickin potent sh** that f**s up brains Now im a ellaborate the first one First we collaborated and built a bomb Now its time to detonate it A n***a we kickin americas a** like vietnam Nationwide be it bump from cali to kingdom com X-Raided's a veteran in this nor cali rap field Decapitatin motherf**ers wit this lyrical sword I build Medieval on that a**, chop off your tongue, pull out your teeth Youll never rap again, f** up your voice, like D-O-C Cause X-Raided dont play no games But them deadly kinds Lyrical combatic release the verbal acrobatics from a deadly mind I f** wit fellas and people wit major melan-in And all the remainin get hit wit the automatic flamin Now (Chorus) Tell me who could f** wit my thugs (nobody) Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) Tell me who could f** wit my thugs (nobody) Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) (b**h) Who could f** wit my thugs (nobody) Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) Tell me who could f** wit my thugs (nobody) Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) My mental state ain't never been straight Wit the draw like desparados Who get away in old school chevys' Pressin heavy on the throttle Empty bottles of hennesy And my eye out for the riders We yell f** the P-D Yeah thats the motto We callin on all thugs No fakes, murder for hire Paper chases, we callin more races Wipin out these disses of haters Deliverin fatal blows, vital sign turned flat line And ?????? Get gone like 9-9, fine line Borderin on the safe, should of been rules up in this sh** And n***as like us done made a name up in this sh** And we could feel the rage up in this sh** So feel me i'm ready, lets go Toe to toe, blow for blow, dumpin four fours Ain't no turnin back dawg really Only b**hes bow down And in my town, you throw pistol You better release all your rounds We organized keepin k**as on a payrolla Dumpin fatal blows on black market like some soldiers Now really n***a (Chorus) Who could f** wit my thugs (nobody) Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) Tell me who could f** wit my thugs (nobody) Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) (b**h) Who could f** wit my thugs (nobody) Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) Who could f** wit my thugs (nobody) Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) I get in your head like a migrain, nine ruger Eat up your brain like a mind tumor Quick to pursue you On a high speed leave you D-O-A Dead on Arrival And Im your rival like Dennis hopper is Keauna Reaves I go no lower than fifty's, right And im ridin on do or die Creep on your spot And blow it up like the cage and the rock Quick to get a gage and co*k it Blast off like rockets from NASA Bullets black pits on that a** And make michael johnson run faster Smashin bullsh** like matadors Run up n***a todo Cell lay where you hit the floor The holes in your torsoe You better duck we comin Deep as seven seven regis Blowin up n***as stomachs Like feedin alcaseltzer to seagulls And we take flight like eagles When its time to hit that a** I'm lyrically harder Than an escape attempt from alcatraz Think you can win come and try me I'll have you in a I-C-U wit gasoline up in your I-V I light a match And put it up under your nose And dare you to breathe Caboom, brains all over the room Cause your stupid a** sneezed Squeeze the trigga On a mental fourty four that I packed No retreat, no surrender when black market attacts Deliverin fatal blows (Chorus) Who could f** wit my thugs (nobody) Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) Tell me who could f** wit my thugs (nobody) Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) (b**h) Who could f** wit my thugs (nobody) Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) Who could f** wit my thugs (nobody) Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body)