[X-Raided talking]

X-raided locc back in the house

My nigga Big Country

Motherfucking mafia...hah, it's going down

We gonna introduce you to a nigga I know pretty well

His name is Nefarious...haha

Fin to break this shit down for you

My motherfucking nigga Isosolis

And we do it like this...yeah



[First Verse]

It's the same old shit everywhere I look

Death and destruction, killing over nothin

I know I made a contribution

But in the ghetto ain't no motherfucking constitution

Niggas 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 motherfuckers hate to see a nigga 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 motherfucking niggas on the run



[Chorus: x2]

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 nigga innocent



[Second Verse]

Don't repent now

Change your ways cause you went to jail

You say your silent but motherfucker 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

Bitches playing with they pussy's in the visit tank

Rubbin on that clitoris while I'm sitting there staring like a motherfuck

Thinking bout to bust it

You niggas knowin it's the truth

Have the cops on the payroll lettin a nigga do what he wanna do

Get your door popped if I want to get that ass

Get in the visiting booth, and then my mocha pass

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 bitch, 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 fuck, but I bet I would

Yet I refuse to beg a bitch 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 nigga no leeway

Yes, yes y'all 1-8-7 on the whole court room motherfuck them all

1-8-7 on the D.A.

He ain't tryin to give a young motherfucker no leeway

Yes, yes y'all 1-8-7 on the whole court room motherfuck them all

The Nefarious...X-Raided in the motherfucking house

The Nefarious...yeah...bitch

Big Country whats up locc...yeah, it's going down in a real way