Whatever It Took - X-Raided

Hey Dott Dogg… muthafucka was out there in them streets

Nigga did whatever it took to get in nigga

From the jackin', to the rappin', to the slangin' crack and…

First Verse:

X-Raided up in this bitch, bout to disrupt some shit

Ain’t from the pound, but I’m still down to Kurupt some shit

Interrupt your shit, cuz I’m always in a rush to spit

Like an axe, when I rap, I splitter up your clique

You better relax, be a witness or a participant

Eddie Gaffin' laughin' at the CO, wonder where the Sergeants went

See we flow, but it’s way more bigger than that

Ransom note, deliver the gats and all them wack ass tracks

So we slit his throat, it’s malicious, but the game’s vicious

And niggas know, we’ll do anything that gains us riches

We quick to flow, but we just as quick to bark that heat

Start that beef and Dott Dogg will pause that heartbeat

We hard to beat, like Schwarzanegger in movies bout factual

Burning niggas like third degree

Critical surgery

When I’m mad, you hoes burglary, intrudin' your home

Stole everything like clepto includin' your dome

Left your ass chewed up, gaze blast, mid-section blew up

Bet you all five homicide detectives threw up

Suit up, in coca sacks then I smoke a bag

They make me get my focus back, then I choke the gat

When it came to gettin' that money I did whatever it took

Fuck dividin' the power, wanted every cranny and nook

Understand me nigga, my family is full of thugs and crooks

Kings and queens protected by knights, bishops, and rooks

Second Verse:

You better look into my eyes, can’t you see the pain?

I’m tired of lies, bitches and niggas playin' games

This is my ghetto prayer, Lord can you hear me?

Protect my family from player haters, don’t let 'em near me

No need to fear me, I’m only human

Pursuin' dreams for greenbacks with more schemes, than J.R. Ewing

I mean that sincerely

Love my alcohol and tetrahydracanebanol dearly

Consumin' twenty pounds yearly

Clearly I’m out for the cash, nothin' else in my vision

Takin' chances, makin' decisions that could keep me in prison

But circumstances keep demandin' me to break these laws

Writin' lyrics strong enough to, penetrate these walls

Dott Dogg, don't feel I’m guilty

As charged, I’m filthy really

Down for the cause, and I’m comin' raw til' they kill me feel me

With slugs to the dome, ain’t no love so it’s on

And if you ain’t thuggin' with me nigga, then I’m thuggin' alone

I’m a ruggish bone like Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, Layzie and Flesh

Art of War to the last breath, nigga ride to the death

We hardcore, Dott Dogg and Nefarious

Mad man, Black Market til' they bury us

Third Verse:

I’m constricted on y’all ass like a python

I’m ready to spit some venom, turn this mic on

Run up in em

Checkin' them niggas like a chess board

Cuz they be hatin', what’cha think I sport a vest for?

Premeditatin'

Yes Lord I got my eye on’em

When they try to get me I’ma have a fat surprise for 'em

Got some advice for 'em

You better recognize, Raided ain’t down for none of that bullshit

Got a full clip, and this man eater won’t hesitate to pull it

And deliver the bullets to your chest like a mailman droppin' off letters

Fat hole in your sweater

Smash out with all your cheddar

Met a nigga that had much game, deeper than the abyss

Taught me such thangs as how to get fame and keepin' cash in my fist

Now I insist to get my scrilla scratch

How real is that?

And I’m quick to peel a niggas cap

Is you feelin' that?

Move swiftly when I see the cops, cuz I ain’t scrillin'

Muthafuckas wanna see me drop, but I ain’t willin'

You a pawn in my book

Busta market a hook

Saw the fear in your eyes the first time that I looked

I’ma treat y’all niggas like powdered cocaine it’s time to get cooked

I’m Michael Jordan, you the average guard about to get shook