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

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

[X-Raided talking] X-raided locc back in the house My n***a Big Country Motherf**ing mafia...hah, it's going down We gonna introduce you to a n***a I know pretty well His name is Nefarious...haha Fin to break this sh** down for you My motherf**ing n***a Isosolis And we do it like this...yeah [First Verse] It's the same old sh** everywhere I look d**h and destruction, k**ing over nothin I know I made a contribution But in the ghetto ain't no motherf**ing constitution n***as be shooting everything that don't look right And if you got an attitude you'll catch a ghetto flight The jaws of life can't save you when we crush ya I can't trust ya cause the homie told me you a busta And motherf**ers hate to see a n***a having thangs You think I'm jokin, but I don't see nobody laughing kid I want to go AWOL like a prison riot And if a gaurd try's to stop me then thats his mistake Think I'm a fake I'll brake you off somthing serious It used to be X-Raided now it's Nefarious It's very rough, cause ain't no other way for me to come Them AWOL motherf**ing n***as on the run [Chorus: repeat 2X] X-Raided is Nefarious; the D.A. said so Told the jury "he's crazy, you can't let him go" And Castro had my back to a certain extent But they still didn't find a n***a innocent [Second Verse] Don't repent now Change your ways cause you went to jail You say your silent but motherf**er how can I tell I ain't following no rules, I'm a rebel y'all I didn't come to the pen and stop breaking laws I smoke weed with the homie when he first get in And in the visiting booth, my mocha give me head In the county jail I had a walkman and tape b**hes playing with they p**y's in the visit tank Rubbin on that cli*oris while I'm sitting there staring like a motherf** Thinking bout to bust it You n***as knowin it's the truth Have the cops on the payroll lettin a n***a do what he wanna do Get your door popped if I want to get that a** Get in the visiting booth, and then my mocha pa** Me a bag of the greens And I stay high five west three thirteen [Chorus] [Third Verse] The mornig after Sitting in my cell The jury found me guilty No tears in my eyes, no suprise can you feel me It was anticipation The media had me guilty with no deliberation But only ho's break down when it gets rough I lost a bomb b**h, she said she had enough My mocha told me "baby boy, I got your back" So far so good , but I can't believe none of that Time to tell the story better than I ever could I say I wouldn't give a f**, but I bet I would Yet I refuse to beg a b**h to stay with me If she want to go, then I'ma let her leave In the pen it's kinda hard to keep your girl happy My homie lost his lady to a dyke named Betty Nappy hair, nappy chin like Ice Cube And I refuse to lose [Chorus] [Ending Verse] Yeah... What... What... Yeah...1-8-7 on the D.A He ain't tryin to give a young black n***a no leeway Yes, yes y'all 1-8-7 on the whole court room motherf** them all 1-8-7 on the D.A He ain't tryin to give a young motherf**er no leeway Yes, yes y'all 1-8-7 on the whole court room motherf** them all The Nefarious...X-Raided in the motherf**ing house The Nefarious...yeah...b**h Big Country whats up locc...yeah, it's going down in a real way