X-Raided (aka Nefarious) - Only in the Studio Lyrics

f/ Mr. Doctor, T-Macc



(X-Raided)

Fat niggas puttin shit up in the game

Livin off the fame of the Garden Blocc name

But never did dirt or put in no work

They be rappin like they g's

Talkin bout maccin bitches and slangin ki's

But please you a ho

No need to play the role like you ain't kowin that

Go look in the mirror, you won't see no gangsta starin bacc

Based on that fact I'm let it be known

Gotta tell the homies what really goes on nigga

(You mutha fuccas)

You don't even know how to load a nine

You seen your homie do some dirt and went and wrote a rhyme

But how you talkin bout bein a killa and never made a niggas brain hang

You sayin you a loc but never gang banged

Nigga you ought to win an Oscar

"The Best Actor of the Year" you ain't no mutha fuccin mobsta

You faker than Cubic Zarconia

Givin a bad reputation to niggas in Killafornia

We puttin bustas in hearses

Why you marks be bombin on base heads and snatchin bitches purses

That punk shit, but nigga you think you so a hard

That's why thay X-Raided loc be pullin ho calls



(X-Raided)

(Chorus)

You a gang bangin nigga

Hustla, mutha fuccin psycho, loco, but only in the studio

Rappin like you real

Talkin bout how you kill niggas

Let the truth be told, it's only in the studio

Gang bangin nigga

Hustla, mutha fuccin psycho, loco, only in the studio

Rappin like you real

Talkin bout how you kill niggas

Let the truth be told, only in the studio





(T-Macc)

I grab cash plus guns

Roll with old you gets done for the buns

And we four for the door

It's time for roll

And you done crossed the wrong line

And I couldn't forgive myself

For tellin your ass one more time

Now grab your ski and be on the grind

On a paper chase

Lace up your boots

And shoot for the skrill from the gate

And you betta make hate

Cuz it ain't no time or minor race

I ride with realas and killas from day one and stay no face

Murder ones, protect identities

And murder twos, to kill off all these studio g's

Everybody claimin to be a gangsta in the boot

When it's time to ride they ducc and hide these niggas scared to shoot

Ain't never seen you on the streets

And you don't want to fucc with us cuz we real mutha fuccin P-C's

Blacc Market soldiers takin over, still slangin yola

We realas up in this shit nigga somebody should of told ya



(chorus)



(Mr. Doctor)

Yeah nigga...

Yeah Doc...

What, what, you neva had me though

Creased blue kakies with blue laces in them blue kiccs

You never strolled the blocc with them true crips

Niggas like you round the locs is through

Bitch nigga swallow a dicc, that's why you getting ran through

Straight trippin you could claim my blocc

You never hanged with the crips and never rang no Gloccs

Mo like a succa, but figure now a nigga would know

When you slip around and through settrip, it's like walkin death row

Now you see but you seen to late

Mutha fucca, you slit like a clit cuz your ass is fake

(You don't wanna slang, you don't wanna gang bang)

You can't crip walk then don't let your gat talk

(You don't wanna slang, you don't wanna gang bang)

I never seen you on the spot

Never seen you with a Glocc

That's how real gangstas roll

Dippin old schools and rags

Holiday and X-Raided loc



(Chorus to end)