killa hoe]

yes, mutha fuckas

yet you have entered the psycho ward

where the X-raided lays his head, niggas

so let that nigga tell his story.... beotch



[x-raided]

i be stalkin' like jason, nigga i ain't sayin' shit

mask on wit' a machedi in my right mit

ain't gon' be no "chi chi chi.. cha cha cha"

'cause all you gon' be hearin' is "ratta-tat" and "pop pop"

and it ain't gotta be no friday the thirteenth

i don't give a fuck if it's sunday the fifteenth

any day is good for me to go and kill a ho

so fuck the money, mo murder mo murder mo

and it's a nightmare on yo' mama's street

but freddy's bitch-ass is dead, so now you got ta deal wit' me

and ain't no need to make no part two, three or fo'

'cause i'm gon' kill 'em all in that first episode

slit 'em open with the straight razor

killin' 'em quicker than that mother fucker pinhead on hellraiser

i'm hellbound so the X-raided loc ain't no joke

when i creep i use that nine-millimeter to split yo' face wide open

'cause nigga you know i got no brain

mama said when i was young i didn't play i liked to gangbang

my psychiatrist told me i was totally insane

i'm packin' a millimeter nine-a nina it's same daisy

i got that loco-active siccness

makin' a nigga lunatic

i fit you filthy murderous when i'm blastin' on them bitches

killin' 'em up, fillin' 'em up with lead

i'm full of that liquor i'm stickin' my trigga unloadin' da shit sicc

so psychoactive nigga bangin' the deuce-fo' s t r to the double e t

don't tell my nina you seem to be incubate

and i ain't trippin' 'em all that payback shit you ripped in jail

by then i'll have that nine to make that brain thang hang out, nigga

you fuckin' with the g'sta

when you runnin' up on the X you better bring your favorite preacher witchya

'cause you gon' need him to be a witness when i smoke ya

look you in yo' eyes and say "you shoulda been a loc'sta"



[killa hoe] ((da misses))

creepin' through the dark with that motha fuckin' mask on

packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on

creepin' through the dark...

((..murderin' motha fuckas))

aimin' for the heart...

((..slaughterin' motha fuckas))



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[da misses]

pick up yo' god damn remote turn on your TV

ya hit the channel to one eighty-seven faculty

look in the light you'll see that sista, "hey LSG"

oh with the stogie-ogie-ogie now follow me

and to your death, yeah bitch you shouldn'tna fucked with a g

'cause i got that S A C on my muthafuckin' family, uzi

shit it gets crazier, disect your fuckin' heart

and bury your ass in the motha fuckin' park

pop chop chop goes your head

'cause it's the bloody murdy with the ammo gat that ya felt

my dear, catch the needle in your eye

time to get wicked oh shit time to die

'cause the voices be sayin'

"misses start sprayin'

on these punk-ass niggas talkin' shit and nuts ain't even hangin'"

so slippedy slip slip slip slip slide

got the fuckin' glock and on your soul i'm 'a ride

because it's the motha fuckin' bone

ready to get gone

and it's da motha fuckin' miss with the mask on



[killa hoe]

creepin' through the dark with that motha fuckin' mask on

packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on



[chopah]

biatch get your grip 'cause i'm on that mission

i slit first like O.J. so don't let me start rippin'

shift up like a wind storm, now hollow ones make your body warm

but niggas are wanted for the life i have no pitty 'cause i love harm

so i.. want to bust caps like a g

hey g pass me the hk afta that nine-millie so them fools come remember me

"you crazy nigga," not crazy, i'm psycho

once i'm bustin' shots at them niggas move out just like michael

i flip, 'how you flip?'

i'm flippin' it back and forth

i'm havin' one of them bitches movin' they mouth and playin' poor sport

oh shit mista nigga where's yo vest i'm 'bouts to pop ya

how many times do i have to tell you you cannot like fuck with the chopsta

i rip shit the fuck up, that's the perfect sign to

slit your throat, and bury your ass where no one can find you

with my mask on, my paths leave no evidence

black gloves black scarf crept i creep nights so handle shits

you punk-ass bustas

i heard you couldn't trust us

your set be should be on move sorry 'cause your whole block is bustas

vamp like that, black is cool i see no sunshine

knocka full of AKs and a backpack full of tech nines

biotch!



[killa hoe] ((da misses))

creepin' through the dark with that motha fuckin' mask on

packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on

creepin' through the dark..

((..murderin' motha fuckas))

aimin' for the heart..

((..slaughterin' motha fuckas))



[lunasicc]

wait ya see my nina, ya shoulda ducked

just knowin' a nigga like lunasicc don't be givin' a fucc

so uh, i lit it up now i'm gettin' up out of that bitch

tear my bucket down march with fo' fo's burned up on the fuckin' ground

i left him dead his bloddy head up on the concrete

there he lay when the AK spray brains lookin like hamburger meat

i'm gettin' ghost like casper

but i'm not that friendly nigga i'm that lunasicc bastard

i'm hazardous to my own health

just any minute i just might grab that nine millimeter and bust my own self

so we can take it to the next level

i go to hell and get at the grim reeper yellin' "fuck the devil!"

so we can take it to the crossroads, motha fucka

even then my nine steadily loaded killin' all you bustas

fill it up with hollow tips then pop nigga drop me one

fillin' all you devils up with them hot ones

kickin' down doors with x, shoot my gat in fuck the discussion

all i want is the cash, if there ain't none i'm 'a blast

killin' ya doctor, ya ambulance driva, and ya nurse

you're walkin' to your funeral 'cause x'loc blew up your hurse

you'z a victim of the lunasicc, hell of quick to blast

ash to ash dust to dust right up on yo' motha fuckin' ass

with the quicka, the reepa the nigga

takin' the gat with a blast straight to the dome

lunasicc for the nine-five bitch creepin' with my mask on



[killa hoe] ((da misses))

creepin' through the dark with that motha fuckin' mask on

packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast on

creepin' through the dark..

((..murderin' motha fuckas))

aimin' for the heart..

((..slaughterin' motha fuckas))



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