Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
X-Raided
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
X-Raided
Songwriter
Texty
We got a price on ya head
Ballin' **** wanna see you dead
It's a 50 G contract
I don't know what you did
But they wanna kill you, your wife and your kids
On contact
We got a price on ya head
Baller **** wanna see you dead
It's a 50 G contract
I don't know what you did
But they wanna kill you, your wife and your kids
Mortal Kombat
Close your eyes and envision what the scene was
Hit a **** with an AR-15 slug
And then I grabbed the loot
Absolutely had to shoot
'Cause he was lookin' at a **** with a mean mug
And the thing was we was in cahoots
We play games, shot his ass dead in the brain
Had a **** red fluid, was a bitch and I knew it
When it came down to it, he was scared to bang
A **** dared the game to get his ass with his actions
Been through it many times before
He was down to side but how many of them ****
Really gon' be down to ride when it's time to war
Ain't got no time for distractions
Money over bitches 'cause them hoes ain't nothin' but some aggravators
Unnecessary temptations, instigatin' situations
By makin' hoes fill up like activator
My **** jumped out the Lincoln navigator
Packin' more heaters than Cash and Tango
Got dogged at the corner with the infrared on ya
In the blue '99 Dodge Durango
You don't wanna test it
Fuck around and get strangled 'til it leave you breathless
Plus, then you must have a death wish
You got heart but don't get it cardiac arrested
It's too late for retractin' your statements
Y'all motherfuckers done wore out my patience
On my momma, I'ma make sure your hood gets rolled on
Mortison triple gold daytons
****, you don't know what you facin'
A battalion of upset cadets on the exile
Madmen in Amytalians
Leavin' off funny style **** with Italian neck ties
We got a price on ya head
Ballin' **** wanna see you dead
It's a 50 G contract
I don't know what you did
But they wanna kill you, your wife and your kids
On contact
We got a price on ya head
Baller **** wanna see you dead
It's a 50 G contract
I don't know what you did
But they wanna kill you, your wife and your kids
Mortal Kombat
Take you outta the game 'cause you a rookie makin' mistakes
You fumbled the ball, fourth quarter down seven
Infiltrated the gang, workin' for the state
Lookin' for dirt but on your shooken ass found was evidence
Disintegrated your brain
Me and Doc Dog crumble them all like a six-pointed earthquake
Build 'em out of shake, strap a 50-pound weight to his chest plate
Dump his fake ass in the lake
Sleepin' with the fishes 'cause me and my **** get vicious
And gettin' witnesses implausible, this mission's impossible
Have ya momma visitin' the hospital
Tribal center when you're dealin' my vittles
I'm a sinner, be layin' in bed
Your body bruised, green, purple and red like a bag of Skittles
And I'ma pack a little 380 criss into the room
Rip a big circle on your head, boom, now you're dead
Tryin' to cremate me? Seem fertile
I'ma blow up your stomach in nine months
Rosemary baby style bust up out your guts
It was my semen, near fell, gave birth to my demon
I was meant to be a fell screaming
Callin' all madmen, we deeper than the Pac-10
Packin' MAC-10's, X-rated for life
And ****, your life is in danger
Based on the true story, **** wanna hang your wife
Then go find her corpse in a two-story building, her head, no hands
Ain't no checkin' dental records, ain't no fingerprints
As for identifying the body, ain't no chance
Got the cops shocked, leavin' **** propped up in fucked up positions
Like King Kunta way, I'm a psycho
And the motto is all of y'all bitch **** gotta die today
I'm takin' off wherever I go
If you in the car with me then you better have a gat and a mask
Ain't no tellin' when we have to blast
Homicide at the crime scene pickin' up the aftermath
I'ma forever be after cash, that's where I'm at
That ass you wanted dead or alive
First man with your head gets the prize
When we kick down the door and catch
You in the bed, don't be surprised
Got a price on your head
Ballin' **** wanna see you dead
It's a contract worth 50 G's
Every killa in the town lookin' for you with murder on his mind
A nine milla and a 50 to squeeze
**** wanna gun you down
I don't know what the fuck you done but it was major
You bit the dotter then my **** hit me on the pager
You decided every single rider in the town to body
We got a price on ya head
Ballin' **** wanna see you dead
It's a 50 G contract
I don't know what you did
But they wanna kill you, your wife and your kids
On contact
We got a price on ya head
Baller **** wanna see you dead
It's a 50 G contract
I don't know what you did
But they wanna kill you, your wife and your kids
Mortal Kombat
Written by: X-Raided