Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is causin a homicide
 Ya popped if you're plottin on a jack punk
 I'll see you comin from a mile away and light yo ass up
 So if the funk is on you betta be strapped
 Cuz you'll be bitin the nine once again black
 Call me agent double O deuce four
 I got a mini 380 in the sleeve of my coat
 I'm a killA the mothafuckin X to the R-A-I-D-E-D L-O-C
 smokin niggas like some green bud
 So if you see me in your hood you better duck
 Cuz I'm jackin every thang from a cut to a mini truck
 Better not be trippin never slippin
 It's just another mothafuckin grave that I'm diggin
 Forties swiggin got a nigga bent and wanna kill
 Fools try to catch me slippin but they never will
 I'm the mothafuckin X loc no joke
 I'm from the garden block where mothafuckas get smoked
 If your Daytons got a little more shine than the ones I got
 I'm gonna get my nine and your shit is mine
 You hella bold if you reach for your gat
 Cuz I'm gonna put a hole in your ass and it's like that
 Lynch, (You gonna be heaven sent fool)
 Niggas nuts on the wall I'm shooting mothafuckas

 Chorus: Cuz I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute
 I'll give you some of this (ginshots) or some of this (more gunshots)

 I'm a trigger happy nigga I prove it every time that I ride
 I'll kill a punk at the drop of a dime
 For instance a nigga talkin shit
 Betta yet a fool tryin to front for a bitch yeah
 (I'll give you some of this (gunshots) or some of this (gunshots)
 Nigga aim nigga hit wanna trip nigga trip
 Fuck a fool's gun if he got a empty clip
 Brotha Lynch (I'm a blast, I'm a blast)
 Where your bullet land? (in that ass, in that ass)
 Niggas ain't shit a bitch is a dead bitch
 If she fuck wit me she gonna be shittin led bricks
 Cuz I treat a hoe like a hoe should be treated
 Instead of a queen I treat a bitch like a thief
 I'll have a hoe terrified thinkin I'm a looney
 Settin up her folks so I can jack em for they jewelry
 Kickin down doors wavin gats fuck a discussion
 All I want is money if there ain't none then I'm bustin yeah
 I'm killin mamas, daddys and nephews
 I'm killin sons, daughters and sparin you
 You can play the Rambo role like you're a down black brother
 But picture this I'm still shootin mothafuckas

 Chorus

 You crazy if you think you're gonna get some
 The only thing you're gonna get is yourself smoked punk
 And if you ever wake your ass up
 You're in a box 24 deep cold as a mothafuck
 To ya niggas that dissed me
 Or either tried to blast and ya missed me
 Keep your strap on cuz I'm a get my jack on
 When I put my black on payback is fin to be on
 Your brains gone I'm a let it be known trick
 X Raided was never the one to be fucked with
 Cuz you was sayin you was hard and all that shit
 But when you found you couldn't quit you moved your ass out of town with
 your bitch
 Dumb nigga I'm like the Terminator, loco
 Kickin down doors with Brotha Lynch lookin for yo ass
 Blast everybody in the house and fuck gettin caught
 Bullet wounds will get a nigga caught
 They tell the cops that they shot ya
 You go to see the doctor then they got ya, huh
 A niggas like me leaves no evidence sucka
 When I'm jackin me a fool, I shoot the mothafucka

 (Talking)
 Yeah, once again it's on you know what I'm sayin?
 That nigga X mothafuckin Raided never gave a fuck about shit
 You run up and you gone that's how it is you know what I'm sayin?
 Don't have your back against the wall like my boy Mick said
 If you don't talk that shit, I might let your punk ass live
 You know what I'm sayin? sayin? sayin?
 (then again he might not