Shoot Cha In A Minute lyrics

by

X-Raided (a.k.a. Nefarious)


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 n*ggas out like it ain't sh*t
You can't coup with the X-Loc gone hit
A n*gga 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 n*gga can
Taking your sh*t 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 n*gga Trip to slap a clip in a gun
9 double M, the U-Z-I, you ask me why
Cause a n*gga 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 mothaf*cking psycho
Killing punk n*ggas like flies
You p*ss me off and everybody dies
X ain't the one to be ludicrous
Any mothaf*cka I wanna diss I'm gonna diss
It might be you if ya on the sh*tlist
Instead of an 'uncle' I make ya say 'triple-six'
And make you suck four di*ks
In otherwords you can get the duck sick
And ya better do it good, choke this di*k
Make me nut real quick
20 seconds like a mothaf*cka
It feels good like a mothaf*cka so, b*tch: suck
It tastes like chocolate, that's the nickname
Doggy style, I'm known to inflict pain
Making hoes feel real swell
A n*gga with a mind like me needs to go to hell
Where else can a n*gga go? (Nowhere!)
In heaven the mothaf*ckas don't allow psycho
Now the book is closed
A fool like me killed all them hoes
Cause I (shoot a mothaf*cka 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, n*gga and ya don't stop...

The definition for a schizo is
Strictly killing any tough son of a b*tch
When I say tough I mean he thinks he's tough
I'm kinda fed up, a n*gga done had enough...
Of this sh*t to last me a year or two
What in the f*ck a n*gga 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 p*ssed but I don't give a f*ck
Ya wanna squab, yo, what the f*ck is up?
My n*gga Trip got a nine for ya ass
Talk sh*t, mothaf*cka, and we blast
Three sixes' the code that we use
I'm killing muslims, baptists and jews
And the hovers, f*ck the witness
Hitting n*ggas 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 bullsh*t
I grab the nine and unload the clip
Spray every punk n*gga 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 mothaf*cking Lynch...Hung
But you ain't dumb, you know what's up
The whole Mafia is crazier than a mothaf*ck
We don't give a f*ck about the nextman
Unless he's down with our clan
And if ya ain't then ya got nothing incomment
Do like a n*gga from Compton
And start running a hundred miles to the city I'm from
S-A-C, punk b*tch, you can't get none
I'm from South Sac, we all packed
Even that n*gga 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...
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