Everybody Killa

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 niggas out like it ain't shit

You can't coup with the X-Loc gone hit

A nigga 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 nigga can

Taking your shit 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 nigga Trip to slap a clip in a gun

9 double M, the U-Z-I, you ask me why

Cause a nigga 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 hoe, a mothafucking psycho

Killing punk niggas like flies

You piss me off and everybody dies

X ain't the one to be ludicrous

Any mothafucka I wanna diss I'm gonna diss

It might be you if ya on the shitlist

Instead of an 'uncle' I make ya say 'triple-six'

And make you suck four dicks

In otherwords you can get the duck sick

And ya better do it good, choke this dick

Make me nut real quick

20 seconds like a mothafucka

It feels good like a mothafucka so, bitch: suck

It tastes like chocolate, that's the nickname

Doggy style, I'm known to inflict pain

Making hoes feel real swell

A nigga with a mind like me needs to go to hell

Where else can a nigga go? (Nowhere!)

In heaven the mothafuckas don't allow psycho

Now the book is closed

A fool like me killed all them hoes

Cause I (shoot a mothafucka 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, nigga and ya don't stop...

The definition for a skitzo is

Strictly killing any tough son of a bitch

When I say tough I mean he thinks he's tough

I'm kinda fed up, a nigga done had enough...

Of this shit to last me a year or two

What in the fuck a nigga 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 pissed but I don't give a fuck

Ya wanna squab, yo, what the fuck is up?

My nigga Trip got a nine for ya ass

Talk shit, mothafucka, and we blast

Three sixes' the code that we use

I'm killing muslims, baptists and jews

And the hovers, fuck the witness

Hitting niggas 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 bullshit

I grab the nine and unload the clip

Spray every punk nigga 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 mothafucking Lynch...Hung

But you ain't dumb, you know what's up

The whole Mafia is crazier than a mothafuck

We don't give a fuck about the nextman

Unless he's down with our clan

And if ya ain't then ya got nothing incomment

Do like a nigga from Compton

And start running a hundred miles to the city I'm from

S-A-C, punk bitch, you can't get none

I'm from South Sac, we all packed

Even that nigga 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...