Still Shootin

[Verse 1] I'm still shootin mothafuckas 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 ass 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 killA the mothafuckin X to the R-A-I-D-E-D L-O-C Smokin niggas 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 mothafuckin grave that I'm diggin Forties swiggin got a nigga bent and wanna kill Fools try to catch me slippin but they never will I'm the mothafuckin X loc no joke I'm from the garden block where mothafuckas get smoked If your Daytons got a little more shine than the ones I got I'm gonna get my nine and your shit is mine You hella bold if you reach for your gat Cuz I'm gonna put a hole in your ass and it's like that Lynch, (You gonna be heaven sent fool) Niggas nuts on the wall I'm shooting mothafuckas [Chorus] Cuz I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute I'll give you some of this (ginshots) or some of this (more gunshots) [Verse 2] I'm a trigger happy nigga I prove it every time that I ride I'll kill a punk at the drop of a dime For instance a nigga talkin shit Betta yet a fool tryin to front for a bitch yeah (I'll give you some of this (gunshots) or some of this (gunshots) Nigga aim nigga hit wanna trip nigga trip Fuck 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 ass, in that ass) Niggas ain't shit a bitch is a dead bitch If she fuck wit me she gonna be shittin led bricks Cuz I treat a ho like a ho should be treated Instead of a queen I treat a bitch 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 jewelry Kickin down doors wavin gats fuck a discussion All I want is money if there ain't none then I'm bustin yeah I'm killin mamas, daddys and nephews I'm killin 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 mothafuckas [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 ass up You're in a box 24 deep cold as a mothafuck To ya niggas 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 fucked with Cuz you was sayin you was hard and all that shit But when you found you couldn't quit you moved your ass out of town with Your bitch Dumb nigga I'm like the Terminator, loco Kickin down doors with Brotha Lynch lookin for yo ass Blast everybody in the house and fuck gettin caught Bullet wounds will get a nigga caught They tell the cops that they shot ya You go to see the doctor then they got ya, huh A niggas like me leaves no evidence sucka When I'm jackin me a fool, I shoot the mothafucka (Talking) Yeah, once again it's on you know what I'm sayin? That nigga X mothafuckin Raided never gave a fuck about shit 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 shit, I might let your punk ass live You know what I'm sayin? sayin? sayin? (then again he might not)