Текст песни Liquor, Niggaz And Triggaz

[X-Raided]

Nigga recognize, I'm that muthafuckin locc

Ol' E drinkin got me high, Givin head to my.44

They can't blame me for the actions I take

In the sick state of mind, I premeditizzate

51-50 as my brain liquefies

Every swig a nigga take, Crazy thoughts intensify

I'm ready to ride

I'm Mr. Hyde but murderin Dr. Jekyll

You aint fuckin with a psycho no more

X Locc is goin Kleptomaniac

Stuntin your life cause I gives a fuck sbout ya

That why I'm using that.44

To blow them brains up out your dome

Slick green shit hittin the concrete

Fool, you's a victim if you saw a nightmare street

I'll shoot in the head and let that ass decay

You been layin in the street so long

Your brains is turnin grey

You niggaz can't deal with a fool

That's full of that Ol' E liquor shit

I'm runnin around town with a badass attitude and two extra clips

But a.44 automatic, Nigga you know you gotta duck

Either that or be another victim of a muthafuckin slaughter

Pest better hold his chest

The.44 Magnum got me stressed

My mind was tellin me no but the 40 oz. kept tellin me yes

He had on a vest but I still managed to leave that ass for dead

Cause there aint one muthafucka in the whole wide world

With a bulletproof forehead

So when you see me swiggin that Ol' E liqour

Hold your breath, I'm slammin the bottle upside your dome

Where there aint nothing left, cuzz

[Hook: Brotha Lynch, (Sicx)]

Cause I don't love you hoes, I don't love you niggaz

All I'm givin a fuck is about my liquor and my triggaz [2X]

(Yeah, When I'm off that Ol' E)

(When I'm off-When I'm off that Ol' E)

(Locc, Better watch yo back on nervous mode)

(For really though-Really though, Yeah) [2X]

[X-Raided]

I'm chewin off slugs, Eatin them up

Drinkin your blood like liquor

It's all because I'm given a fuck

And I got no love for you niggaz

I'm leavin it up in the house

When it's time to ridc and create some death

Only thing I got with me is a 40 of E

And the dank and a vest

For me to be pourin it out for the next muthafucka restin in peace

I love my Homies and G's

But it's EBK when they trigga with me

For those who don't know, It's Every Body Killa

Step on back, Aint no time to try to be cute

See, When the funk jumps, I'm peelin that cap

Any reason to murder

Is enough for me to put some of these hot ones on ya

Nigga run on up, go ahead

You could be a victim if you wanna

Aint no thang to me

We can do it anyway you wanna do it

It'll hurt you more than it'll me

When I put these bullets to ya

Blow them brains up out yo dome

With a.44 Caliber Magnum Chrome

Only thing at the scene is 40 oz. bottle but all of the liquor's gone

They lookin for a muthafucka

But fool, They'll never find a locc

You get in the shower

I'm asshole naked and right behind your door

Sick like Norman Bates, I'm murderin like a muthafuck

With a gun in one hand, A 40 in the otherX-Raided - Liquor, Niggaz And Triggaz - http://ru.motolyrics.com/x-raided/liquor-niggaz-and-triggaz-lyrics.html

I'm tore up and hella drunk

Like Jimmy Jones and David Koresh

I'm havin them fools strapped

Drinkin Cyanide, burnin they selves up

Tryin to get the fuck away from the X

But there aint nowhere to hide

Let me play that Jack Kevorkian

Then I'm Dr. Death, Assistin to suicide

When I put in my clip, It's click

I cock it back, It goes clack-clack

That's one in the chamber

One for your nuts and one for your bitch's kat

I'll swig my forty to that

But fool, I aint pourin out not one drop

Straight sick in the dome

I thought you knew my nigga

That's on the Blocc

[Hook: Brotha Lynch, (Sicx)]

Cause I don't love you hoes, I don't love you niggaz

All I'm givin a fuck is about my liquor and my triggaz [2X]

(Yeah, When I'm off that Ol' E)

(When I'm off-When I'm off that Ol' E)

(Locc, Better watch yo back on nervous mode)

(For really though-Really though, Yeah) [2X]

[X-Raided]

When I die and it's time for autopsy

Let my homies do it

They could pump me up with Ol' E gold

Instead of Embalmin Fluid

And when you bury me

Put a 40 and a gun in the casket with me

So I could be buzzin

When my cousins come to hell to get me

I'm givin up nothin

Steadily bustin caps all over the place

I got the devil so high

He told me to get the fuck out his face

So now I'm back and ready to motivate this old shit

Spit G'sterism locc

I could cut off the dick like a circumcision

I pick up the 4-0

More goes down my throat and hits my tonsils

I look up and throw up the blocc

I'm tore up and can't be held responsible

Three strikes is givin out life for traffic tickets and petty shit

So I'm goin out

Makin everybody go and look like that spaghetti shit

Stay out my, Unless you wishin to get your life took

Muthafuck your little hit list, I got a big ass hit book

For that serial murderin.44 Magnum

That'll take him off his feet

And put him in the grave with a hole in the head

And slay for the reefer he took in the meetin

And I'm that one drunk muthafucka that's at your funeral home

Dick whipped out, Takin a 8-Ball piss all over your grave stone

So when you see me swiggin that Ol' E liqour

Hold your breath, I'm slammin the bottle upside your dome

Where there aint nothing left, cuzz

[Hook: Brotha Lynch, (Sicx)]

Cause I don't love you hoes, I don't love you niggaz

All I'm givin a fuck is about my liquor and my triggaz [2X]

(Yeah, When I'm off that Ol' E)

(When I'm off-When I'm off that Ol' E)

(Locc, Better watch yo back on nervous mode)

(For really though-Really though, Yeah)

(When I'm off that Ol' E)

(When I'm off-When I'm off that Ol' E)

(Locc, Better watch yo back-Better watch yo back on nervous mode)

(For real though)

Cause I don't love you hoes, I don't love you niggaz

All I'm givin a fuck is about my liquor and my triggaz [4X]