Fatal Blow

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The yeah yeah yeah, Black Market

X-raided in the house

We break it down

Tell me who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody)

Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body)

Who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody)

Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body)

We pass the microphone back and fourth like chronic

Twisted linguistics, no english, just spanish and ebonics

Criminalistic thug luv aint a damn thang changed

And most kickin potent shit that fucks up brains

Now im a ellaborate the first one

First we collaborated and built a bomb

Now its time to detonate it

A nigga we kickin americas ass like vietnam

Nationwide be it bump from cali to kingdom com

X-Raided's a veteran in this nor cali rap field

Decapitatin motherfuckers wit this lyrical sword I build

Medieval on that ass, chop off your tongue, pull out your teeth

Youll never rap again, fuck up your voice, like D-O-C

Cause X-Raided dont play no games

But them deadly kinds

Lyrical combatic release the verbal acrobatics from a deadly mind

I fuck wit fellas and people wit major melan-in

And all the remainin get hit wit the automatic flamin

Now

Tell me who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody)

Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body)

Tell me who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody)

Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) (Bitch)

Who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody)

Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body)

Tell me who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody)

Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body)

My mental state aint never been straight

Wit the draw like desparados

Who get away in old school chevys'

Pressin heavy on the throttle

Empty bottles of hennesy

And my eye out for the riders

We yell fuck the P-D

Yeah thats the motto

We callin on all thugs

No fakes, murder for hire

Paper chases, we callin more races

Wipin out these disses of haters

Deliverin fatal blows, vital sign turned flat line

And ??????

Get gone like 9-9, fine line

Borderin on the safe, should of been rules up in this shit

And niggas like us done made a name up in this shit

And we could feel the rage up in this shit

So feel me i'm ready, lets go

Toe to toe, blow for blow, dumpin four fours

Aint no turnin back dawg really

Only bitches bow down

And in my town, you throw pistol

You better release all your rounds

We organized keepin killas on a payrolla

Dumpin fatal blows on black market like some soldiers

Now really nigga

Who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody)

Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body)

Tell me who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody)

Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) (bitch)

Who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody)

Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body)

Who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody)

Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body)

I get in your head like a migrain, nine ruger

Eat up your brain like a mind tumor

Quick to pursue you

On a high speed leave you D-O-A

Dead on Arrival

And Im your rival like Dennis hopper is Keauna Reaves

I go no lower than fifty's, right

And im ridin on do or die

Creep on your spot

And blow it up like the cage and the rock

Quick to get a gage and cock it

Blast off like rockets from NASA

Bullets black pits on that ass

And make michael johnson run faster

Smashin bullshit like matadors

Run up nigga todo

Cell lay where you hit the floor

The holes in your torsoe

You better duck we comin

Deep as seven seven regis

Blowin up niggas stomachs

Like feedin alcaseltzer to seagulls

And we take flight like eagles

When its time to hit that ass

I'm lyrically harder

Than an escape attempt from alcatraz

Think you can win come and try me

I'll have you in a I-C-U wit gasoline up in your I-V

I light a match

And put it up under your nose

And dare you to breathe

Caboom, brains all over the room

Cause your stupid ass sneezed

Squeeze the trigga

On a mental fourty four that I packed

No retreat, no surrender when black market attacts

Deliverin fatal blows

Who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody)

Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body)

Tell me who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody)

Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body) (bitch)

Who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody)

Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body)

Who could fuck wit my thugs (nobody)

Pumpin hollow high slugs (in your body