X-Raided - Still Shootin lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm still shootin mothaf**as the warpath never stops Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is causin a homicide Ya popped if you're plottin on a jack punk I'll see you comin from a mile away and light yo a** up So if the funk is on you betta be strapped Cuz you'll be bitin the nine once again black Call me agent double O deuce four I got a mini 380 in the sleeve of my coat I'm a k**A the mothaf**in X to the R-A-I-D-E-D L-O-C Smokin n***as like some green bud So if you see me in your hood you better duck Cuz I'm jackin every thang from a cut to a mini truck Better not be trippin never slippin It's just another mothaf**in grave that I'm diggin Forties swiggin got a n***a bent and wanna k** Fools try to catch me slippin but they never will I'm the mothaf**in X loc no joke I'm from the garden block where mothaf**as get smoked If your Daytons got a little more shine than the ones I got I'm gonna get my nine and your sh** is mine You hella bold if you reach for your gat Cuz I'm gonna put a hole in your a** and it's like that Lynch, (You gonna be heaven sent fool) n***as nuts on the wall I'm shooting mothaf**as [Chorus] Cuz I'll shoot your punk a** in a minute I'll give you some of this (ginshots) or some of this (more gunshots) [Verse 2] I'm a trigger happy n***a I prove it every time that I ride I'll k** a punk at the drop of a dime For instance a n***a talkin sh** Betta yet a fool tryin to front for a b**h yeah (I'll give you some of this (gunshots) or some of this (gunshots) n***a aim n***a hit wanna trip n***a trip f** a fool's gun if he got a empty clip Brotha Lynch (I'm a blast, I'm a blast) Where your bullet land? (in that a**, in that a**) n***as ain't sh** a b**h is a dead b**h If she f** wit me she gonna be sh**tin led bricks Cuz I treat a ho like a ho should be treated Instead of a queen I treat a b**h like a thief I'll have a ho terrified thinkin I'm a looney Settin up her folks so I can jack em for they j**elry Kickin down doors wavin gats f** a discussion All I want is money if there ain't none then I'm bustin yeah I'm k**in mamas, daddys and nephews I'm k**in sons, daughters and sparin you You can play the Rambo role like you're a down black brother But picture this I'm still shootin mothaf**as [Chorus] [Verse 3] You crazy if you think you're gonna get some The only thing you're gonna get is yourself smoked punk And if you ever wake your a** up You're in a box 24 deep cold as a mothaf** To ya n***as that dissed me Or either tried to blast and ya missed me Keep your strap on cuz I'm a get my jack on When I put my black on payback is fin to be on Your brains gone I'm a let it be known trick X Raided was never the one to be f**ed with Cuz you was sayin you was hard and all that sh** But when you found you couldn't quit you moved your a** out of town with Your b**h Dumb n***a I'm like the Terminator, loco Kickin down doors with Brotha Lynch lookin for yo a** Blast everybody in the house and f** gettin caught Bullet wounds will get a n***a caught They tell the cops that they shot ya You go to see the doctor then they got ya, huh A n***as like me leaves no evidence s**a When I'm jackin me a fool, I shoot the mothaf**a (Talking) Yeah, once again it's on you know what I'm sayin? That n***a X mothaf**in Raided never gave a f** about sh** You run up and you gone that's how it is you know what I'm sayin? Don't have your back against the wall like my boy Mick said If you don't talk that sh**, I might let your punk a** live You know what I'm sayin? sayin? sayin? (then again he might not)