[X-Raided]
I had a heart full of pride and had to set it aside
As I was nailed to the crucifix and stabbed in my side
Impaled, toothpicks jabbed in my eyes
Niggas cry but the truth is they`re glad that I died
Inhale, conversatin` with Satan himself
Starin` in the mirror lately got him hatin` hisself
Inhale, green smoke like it`s oxygen
Rise up out the grave, gotta get my props again
I pray for the day that I could say I got revenge
Got a vendetta cuz I been hated by lots of men
My rage, just way too strong to contain
I`m sinkin`, but I`m way too strong to complain
I`m cheatin` the reaper every time he come for me
When I die, will you nigga cry, ride, and die for me?
I`m creepin`, prepared to take a breath without thinkin`
Of consequences, of starin` in the face of death without blinkin`
The Unforgiven X-Raided, take my name in vain!
Nefarious nigga, feel the need to explain the game
To various niggas that got it twisted up like cornrows
I`m sick of this bitch shit, I`m comin` for you mark hoes
Chorus (X-Raided + Kingpen):
(X-Raided) Niggas I used to fuck with
(Kingpen) Consider Me Dead
(X-Raided) Yeah all you niggas can suck dick
(Kingpen) Consider Me Dead
(X-Raided) All them hoes I used to mack to...
(Kingpen) Consider Me Dead
(X-Raided) BITCH get a rose over the tattoo and...
(Kingpen) Consider Me Dead
(2x)
[X-Raided]
Nigga I can`t stop now, came too far to turn back
Flames burnin` in my brain, my heart done turned black
I opened my mouth to speak and I don`t recognize my own voice
And when I close my eyes to sleep, dream of wildin` with my homeboys
And wake up, the image lingers
When he throw up the set it make me wanna break up the niggaz fingers
Blow up the set twice a day, fake nigga I respect not
Load up the Tec and spray your life in one day nigga
I detect cops and you look like a bitch
You shook like a nigga that done did somethin` wrong
False form ass nigga
Get on and blast nigga
Did harm to the last nigga speakin` on my name
And I got these East Coast muthafuckas sleepin` on my game
I sleep even though my brain got me ready to seek and destroy
What? You speakin` on my joy? You speakin` on my pain
And it`s been seekin` out my brain
Through this pen to this paper to this track
To the DAT and in your ears, nigga for years
Yeah....
Chorus
[X-Raided]
When I die don`t come visit me at my grave
I`ll come up out the casket
Like Night of the Living Dead to get that ass bitch
Ride `til a nigga dead like Killa Tay on Crip
We got to admit you deserve respect but on Crip
You niggas gay Cuz we bloods like Dracula
We`ll turn a nigga round me
You weak thugs will have hurtful necks around me
We jump niggas like strangulations
And got a gang of patience when it comes to killin` lames
Layin`, waitin` all night for an opportunity to spill your brains
Either you or me, gotta be one, holla at `em
And I`m comrades with clouds so get decapitated or bombed in crowds
And never capture Raided I mob around
Turn your skin black and blue and orange by the time it`s found
Tied and bound and tarred down
Two-faced, many faces better kept
Before we chop you up in suitcases
And disappear without any traces
And we all got game!
Paid with flames, all got game!
Knock y`all brain, Mad Man we all got fangs, bitch!
Chorus
