X-Raided - Consider Me Dead Lyrics
f/ Kingpen[X-Raided]I had a heart full of pride and had to set it asideAs I was nailed to the crucifix and stabbed in my sideImpaled, toothpicks jabbed in my eyesNiggas cry but the truth is they're glad that I diedInhale, conversatin' with Satan himselfStarin' in the mirror lately got him hatin' hisselfInhale, green smoke like it's oxygenRise up out the grave, gotta get my props againI pray for the day that I could say I got revengeGot a vendetta cuz I been hated by lots of menMy rage, just way too strong to containI'm sinkin', but I'm way too strong to complainI'm cheatin' the reaper every time he come for meWhen I die, will you nigga cry, ride, and die for me?I'm creepin', prepared to take a breath without thinkin'Of consequences, of starin' in the face of death without blinkin'The Unforgiven X-Raided, take my name in vain!Nefarious nigga, feel the need to explain the gameTo various niggas that got it twisted up like cornrowsI'm sick of this ***** shit, I'm comin' for you mark hoesChorus (X-Raided + Kingpen):(X-Raided) Niggas I used to ***** with(Kingpen) Consider Me Dead(X-Raided) Yeah all you niggas can suck dick(Kingpen) Consider Me Dead(X-Raided) All them hoes I used to mack to...(Kingpen) Consider Me Dead(X-Raided) ***** get a rose over the tattoo and...(Kingpen) Consider Me Dead(2x)[X-Raided]Nigga I can't stop now, came too far to turn backFlames burnin' in my brain, my heart done turned blackI opened my mouth to speak and I don't recognize my own voiceAnd when I close my eyes to sleep, dream of wildin' with my homeboysAnd wake up, the image lingersWhen he throw up the set it make me wanna break up the niggaz fingersBlow up the set twice a day, fake nigga I respect notLoad up the Tec and spray your life in one day niggaI detect cops and you look like a *****You shook like a nigga that done did somethin' wrongFalse form ass niggaGet on and blast niggaDid harm to the last nigga speakin' on my nameAnd I got these East Coast mutha*****as sleepin' on my gameI sleep even though my brain got me ready to seek and destroyWhat?You speakin' on my joy?You speakin' on my painAnd it's been seekin' out my brainThrough this pen to this paper to this trackTo the DAT and in your ears, nigga for yearsYeah....Chorus[X-Raided]When I die don't come visit me at my graveI'll come up out the casketLike "Night of the Living Dead" to get that ass *****Ride 'til a nigga dead like Killa Tay on CripWe got to admit you deserve respect but on CripYou niggas gay Cuz we bloods like DraculaWe'll turn a nigga round meYou weak thugs will have hurtful necks around meWe jump niggas like strangulationsAnd got a gang of patience when it comes to killin' lamesLayin', waitin' all night for an opportunity to spill your brainsEither you or me, gotta be one, holla at 'emAnd I'm comrades with clouds so get decapitated or bombed in crowdsAnd never capture Raided I mob aroundTurn your skin black and blue and orange by the time it's foundTied and bound and tarred downTwo-faced, many faces better keptBefore we chop you up in suitcasesAnd disappear without any tracesAnd we all got game!Paid with flames, all got game!Knock y'all brain, Mad Man we all got fangs, *****!Chorus
