[Verse 1: X-Raided]

Nigga, recognize, I'm that motherfuckin Locc

Ol' E drinkin' got me high, givin' head to my .44

They can't blame me for the actions I take

In a sicc state of mind, I premiz-edi-tiz-ate

Fifty-one-fifty as my brain liquifies

Every swig a nigga take, crazy thoughts intensify

I'm ready to ride, I'm Mr. Hyde, but murderin' Dr. Jeckyll

You ain't fuccin' wit' a psycho no mo', X-Loc is goin' klepto, maniac

Stealin' yo' life 'cause I gives a fuck about ya

That's why I'm using that .44 to blow them brains up out yo'

Dumb shit green shit hitting the concrete

Fool, you's a victim if you cyanide near a street

I'll shoot you in the head and let that ass decay

You been laying in the street so long your brains is turning gray

You niggas can't deal with a fool that's full of that Ol' E liquor shit

I'm runnin' 'round town with a bad ass attitude and two extra clips

With a .44 automatic, nigga, you know you gotta duck

Either that or be another victim of a motherfuckin' slaughter

Best for the hole in his chest, the .44 Magnum got me stressin'

My mind was tellin' me no but the 40 ounce kept tellin' me yes

He had on a vest, but I still managed to leave that ass for dead

Cuz there ain't one motherfucker in the whole wide world with a bulletproof forehead

So when you see me swiggin' that Ol' E liquor, hold your breath

I'm slammin' the bottle upside your dome when it ain't nothin' left 'cause

[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & Sicx]

'Cause I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)

All I'm givin' a fuck is about my liquor and my trigga (Trigga)

I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)

All I'm givin' a fuck is about my liquor and my trigga (Trigga)

Yeah, when I'm off that Ol' E, when I'm off, when I'm off that Ol' E

Loc, better watch your back on nervous mode

For really though, really though, yeah (Really though)

When I'm off that Ol' E, when I'm off, when I'm off that Ol' E

Loc better watch your back on nervous mode

For really though, really though, yeah

[Verse 2: X-Raided]

I'm chewin' up slugs, eatin' 'em up, drinking your blood like liquor

It's all because I'm givin' a fuck and I got no love for you niggas

I'm leavin' up outta the house

When it's time to ride and create some death

Only thing I got with me is a 40 of E and it ain't enough left

For me to be pourin' it out for the next motherfucker resting in peace

I love my homies and G's, but it's EBK when the trigga releases

For those who don't know, it's EveryBody Killa, step on back

Ain't no time to be tryna be choosy when I'm fucked up, I'm peelin' they cap

And the reason, a murder's good enough to put these hot ones on ya

Nigga, run on up, go ahead, you can be a victim if you wanna

Ain't no thing to me, we can do it any way you want a do it

It'll hurt you more than it'll hurt me when I put these bullets through it

Blow them brains up out yo' dome wit' a .44 caliber Magnum chrome

Only thing that's at the scene

Is a 40 ounce bottle but all the liquors gone

They looking for a motherfucker but, fool, they'll never find a Locc

You get in the shower, I'm asshole naked and right behind your door

Sicc like Norman Bates, I'm murdering like a motherfucc

Wit' a gun in one hand a 40 in the other one throwin' up hella drunk

Like Jimmy Jones and David Koresh

I'm having these fools strapped, drinking cyanide

Burning theyselves up trying to get the fuck

Away from the X, but ain't nowhere to hide

Let me play that Jack Kevorkian, I'm Dr. Death, assisting yo' suicide

When I put in my clip it click, I cock it back, it goes clack, clack

That's one in the chamber

One for your nuts and one for your bitch's cap

I swig my 40 to death but, fool, I ain't pouring out not one drop

Straight sicc in the dome, I thought you knew

My nigga, that's on the Blocc

[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & Sicx]

'Cause I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)

All I'm givin' a fuck is about my liquor and my trigga (Trigga) (Yeah)

I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)

All I'm givin' a fuck is about my liquor and my trigga (Trigga)

Yeah, when I'm off that Ol' E, when I'm off, when I'm off that Ol' E

Loc, better watch your back on nervous mode

For really though, really though, yeah (Really though)

When I'm off that Ol' E, when I'm off, when I'm off that Ol' E

Loc better watch your back on nervous mode

For really though, really though, yeah

[Verse 3: X-Raided]

Really though

When I die and it's time for my autopsy, let my homies do it

They could pump me up with Ol' E gold instead of embalming fluid

And when you bury me, put a 40 and a gun in the casket with me

So I can be buzzin' when my cousins come to Hell to get me

I'm giving up nothing, steadily bustin' caps all over the place

I got the Devil so high, he told me to get the fuck out his face

So now I'm back and ready to motivate this old shit

Spit G-sterism, Locc

I could cut off the dicks like a circumcision

I pick up the 4-0, mo' goes down my throat and hits my tonsils

I licc up and throw up the Blocc

I'm to' up and can't be held responsible

Three strikes giving up life for traffic tickets and petty shit

So I'm going out making everybody going look like that spaghetti shit

Stay out my way unless you wishin' to get your life took

Motherfuck your little hit list, I got a big ass hit book

But that serial murdering .44 Magnum will take him off his feet

And put him in a grave with a hole in the head

And slay for the Ripper he took in to meet

And I'm that one drunk motherfucker that's at your funeral home

Dick whipped out, taking that Eightball piss all over your gravestone

So when you see me swiggin' that Ol' E liquor, hold your breath

I'm slammin' the bottle upside your dome when it ain't nothin' left, 'cause

[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung & Sicx]

'Cause I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)

All I'm givin' a fuck is about my liquor and my trigga (Trigga)

I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)

All I'm givin' a fuck is about my liquor and my trigga (Trigga)

Yeah, when I'm off that Ol' E, when I'm off, when I'm off that Ol' E

Locc, better watch your back on nervous mode

For really though, really though, yeah (Really though)

When I'm off that Ol' E, when I'm off, when I'm off that Ol' E

Locc, better watch your back and watch your back on nervous mode

Really though, though

'Cause I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)

All I'm givin' a fuck is about my liquor and my trigga (Trigga)

I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)

All I'm givin' a fuck is about my liquor and my trigga (Trigga)

'Cause I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)

All I'm givin' a fuck is about my liquor and my trigga (Trigga)

I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)

'Cause all I'm givin' a fuck is about...