Shoot Cha In A Minute

Artist: X-Raided Album: Psycho Active Song: 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)... X-Raided and ya don't stop... Straight going on a war path, taking niggas out like it ain't shit You can't coup 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 Who's making dollars like a dope man Making money anyway a nigga can Taking your shit and selling drugs Getting drunk, sagging Levi's, looking like a thug Hanging with my miggas 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 going out spraying Letting fools know X-Raided ain't playing Tha Murder, yeah, I got something 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 mothafucking psycho Killing punk niggas like flies You piss me off and everybody dies X ain't the one to be ludicrous Any mothafucka I wanna diss I'm gonna diss It might be you if ya on the shitlist Instead of an 'uncle' I make ya say 'triple-six' And make you suck four dicks 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 mothafucka It feels good like a mothafucka so, bitch: suck It tastes like chocolate, that's the nickname Doggy style, I'm known to inflict pain Making hoes feel real swell A nigga with a mind like me needs to go to hell Where else can a nigga go? (Nowhere!) In heaven the mothafuckas don't allow psycho Now the book is closed A fool like me killed all them hoes Cause I (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 schizo is Strictly killing 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 a nigga gotta do... Nowadays to get his point across I don't know, I guess ya gotta get toasted like a salad A ballad of a menace, ya can call this a ten percent diss Ya get pissed but I don't give a fuck Ya wanna squab, yo, what the fuck is up? My nigga Trip got a nine for ya ass Talk shit, mothafucka, and we blast Three sixes' the code that we use I'm killing muslims, baptists and jews And the hovers, fuck the witness Hitting niggas to the triple-six sickness At my house windows are tened Knock on my door: I 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-Raided Is ruthless attitude towards every delinquent Don't forget the 'X' for 'X-tra' The X-tra as I kicks so nobody steps up To the villain peeping 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, try to steal, ya get sprayed Cause I'm not giving up an inch And neither is the mothafucking Lynch...Hung But you ain't dumb, you know what's up The whole Mafia is crazier than a mothafuck We don't give a fuck about the nextman Unless he's down with our clan And if ya ain't then ya got nothing incomment Do like a nigga from Compton And start running a hundred miles to the city I'm from S-A-C, punk bitch, you can't get none I'm from South Sac, we all packed Even that nigga Homicide is kicking raps A title to be welthy and we taking 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...