lately i been bumpin' alot of that old X shit and i been listening to this track for a minute. found a site that got up some of X's lyrics but like silver said, they got most of his shit all fucked up, so i fixed most of this one. this was one of my favorites tracks from that cd. that 2nd and 3rd verses always had me feelin' it the most. they hard as fuck
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
X-Raided and ya don't stop...
Straight going on a war path, taking niggas out like it ain't shit
You can't cope with the X-Loc gone hit
A nigga gotta be, don't even try to be, a friend of me
You just want a piece of me
I know what I see thru my eyes
I see another black brotha living life streetwise
Makin' dollars like a dope man
Makin' money anyway that a nigga can
Takin' your shit and selling drugs
Gettin' drunk, sagging Levi's, looking like a thug
Hangin' with my niggas at the spot
The spot's hot so I'm looking for cops
And I spotted one
Told my nigga Trip to slap a clip in a gun
9 double M, the U-Z-I, you ask me why
Cause a nigga ain't gonna die
Like a sucka, I'm goin' out sprayin'
Letting fools know X-Raided ain't playin'
A Murder? yeah, I got somethin' to do with it
Cause I shoot cha punk ass in a minute...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
Lynch Hung and ya don't stop...
People always ask why I act this way
I say: "cause I'm a villain like my homeboy Ray"
A straight lunatic, a little skitzo
A male ho, a mothafuckin' psycho
Killin' punk niggas like flies
You piss me off and everybody dies
X ain't the one to be ludicrous
Any mothafucka that I wanna diss? I'm gonna diss
It might be you if you on the shitlist
Instead of 'uncle' I make you say 'triple-six'
And make you suck four dicks (slurp)
In otherwords you can get the duck sick
And ya better do it good, choke this dick
Make me nut real quick
20 seconds like a mothafuck
It feels good like a mothafuck, so bitch suck
It tastes like chocolate, that's the nickname
Doggystyle, I'm known to inflict pain
Makin' hoes feel real swell
A nigga with a mind like mine needs to go to hell
Where else can a nigga go? (Nowhere!)
In Heaven, the mothafuckas don't allow psychos
Now the book is closed
A fool like me killed all them hoes
Cause I'll (shoot a mothafucka in a minute)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
Yo, pump it up, nigga and ya don't stop...
The definition for a skitzo, is
Strictly killin' any tough son of a bitch
When I say tough, I mean he thinks he's tough
I'm kinda fed up, a nigga done had enough
Of this shit, to last me a year or two
What in the fuck does a nigga gotta do
Nowadays, to get his point across
I don't know, I guess you gotta get tossed
Like a salad, the ballad of a menace
You can call this a ten percent diss
You get pissed, but I don't give a fuck
You wanna squab?, yo, then what the fuck is up?
My nigga Trip got a nine for that ass
Talk shit, mothafucka, and we blast
Three sixes' the code that we use
I'm killin' Muslims, Baptists and Jews ( God damn )
And Jehovahs, fuck a witness
Hippin' niggas to the triple-six sickness
At my house, the windows are tinted
Knock on my door, I'll shoot cha in a minute
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop...
The definition for X-Rated
Is (R)uthless (A)ttitude (T)owards (E)very (D)elinquent
Don't forget the 'X' for 'X-tra'
The X-tra as I kicks so nobody steps up
To the villain, peepin' that bullshit
I grab the nine and unload the clip
Spray every punk nigga on the scene
Cause I'm a lunatic, know what I mean?
Don't forget that Triple-Six got the backfade
Step up tryin' to steal? you get sprayed
Cause I'm not givin' up an inch
And neither is the mothafuckin' Lynch (Hung )
But you ain't dumb, you know what's up
The whole mafias crazy than a mothafuck
And we don't give a fuck about the nextman
Unless he's down with our clan
And if you ain't we got nothin' in common
Better do like a nigga from Compton, And start runnin'
A hundred miles to the city you from
S-A-C, punk bitch, you can't get none
I'm from South Sac, we all pack
Even that nigga Homicide is spittin' raps
A title to be wealthy, we takin' it
And if not, we'll shoot cha in a minute
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
Can I kick it? (And ya don't stop)...
Can I kick it? (And ya don't stop)...
Can I kick it? (And ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop and ya don't stop...
And I'm out
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
X-Raided and ya don't stop...
Straight going on a war path, taking niggas out like it ain't shit
You can't cope with the X-Loc gone hit
A nigga gotta be, don't even try to be, a friend of me
You just want a piece of me
I know what I see thru my eyes
I see another black brotha living life streetwise
Makin' dollars like a dope man
Makin' money anyway that a nigga can
Takin' your shit and selling drugs
Gettin' drunk, sagging Levi's, looking like a thug
Hangin' with my niggas at the spot
The spot's hot so I'm looking for cops
And I spotted one
Told my nigga Trip to slap a clip in a gun
9 double M, the U-Z-I, you ask me why
Cause a nigga ain't gonna die
Like a sucka, I'm goin' out sprayin'
Letting fools know X-Raided ain't playin'
A Murder? yeah, I got somethin' to do with it
Cause I shoot cha punk ass in a minute...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
Lynch Hung and ya don't stop...
People always ask why I act this way
I say: "cause I'm a villain like my homeboy Ray"
A straight lunatic, a little skitzo
A male ho, a mothafuckin' psycho
Killin' punk niggas like flies
You piss me off and everybody dies
X ain't the one to be ludicrous
Any mothafucka that I wanna diss? I'm gonna diss
It might be you if you on the shitlist
Instead of 'uncle' I make you say 'triple-six'
And make you suck four dicks (slurp)
In otherwords you can get the duck sick
And ya better do it good, choke this dick
Make me nut real quick
20 seconds like a mothafuck
It feels good like a mothafuck, so bitch suck
It tastes like chocolate, that's the nickname
Doggystyle, I'm known to inflict pain
Makin' hoes feel real swell
A nigga with a mind like mine needs to go to hell
Where else can a nigga go? (Nowhere!)
In Heaven, the mothafuckas don't allow psychos
Now the book is closed
A fool like me killed all them hoes
Cause I'll (shoot a mothafucka in a minute)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
Yo, pump it up, nigga and ya don't stop...
The definition for a skitzo, is
Strictly killin' any tough son of a bitch
When I say tough, I mean he thinks he's tough
I'm kinda fed up, a nigga done had enough
Of this shit, to last me a year or two
What in the fuck does a nigga gotta do
Nowadays, to get his point across
I don't know, I guess you gotta get tossed
Like a salad, the ballad of a menace
You can call this a ten percent diss
You get pissed, but I don't give a fuck
You wanna squab?, yo, then what the fuck is up?
My nigga Trip got a nine for that ass
Talk shit, mothafucka, and we blast
Three sixes' the code that we use
I'm killin' Muslims, Baptists and Jews ( God damn )
And Jehovahs, fuck a witness
Hippin' niggas to the triple-six sickness
At my house, the windows are tinted
Knock on my door, I'll shoot cha in a minute
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop...
The definition for X-Rated
Is (R)uthless (A)ttitude (T)owards (E)very (D)elinquent
Don't forget the 'X' for 'X-tra'
The X-tra as I kicks so nobody steps up
To the villain, peepin' that bullshit
I grab the nine and unload the clip
Spray every punk nigga on the scene
Cause I'm a lunatic, know what I mean?
Don't forget that Triple-Six got the backfade
Step up tryin' to steal? you get sprayed
Cause I'm not givin' up an inch
And neither is the mothafuckin' Lynch (Hung )
But you ain't dumb, you know what's up
The whole mafias crazy than a mothafuck
And we don't give a fuck about the nextman
Unless he's down with our clan
And if you ain't we got nothin' in common
Better do like a nigga from Compton, And start runnin'
A hundred miles to the city you from
S-A-C, punk bitch, you can't get none
I'm from South Sac, we all pack
Even that nigga Homicide is spittin' raps
A title to be wealthy, we takin' it
And if not, we'll shoot cha in a minute
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya don't stop)...
Can I kick it? (And ya don't stop)...
Can I kick it? (And ya don't stop)...
Can I kick it? (And ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop and ya don't stop...
And I'm out