Lyrics

[Verse 1: X-Raided] It makes me wonder if you got good intentions Or would you really like to see me, R.I.P We, used to kick it on a daily basis G.B.C. love, now you're coming at me with this fake shit Take it with a grain of salt, down the shit like Tequila Bitter with the sweeter Nigga got locked up, my homies Didn't show me "1-Luv" like E-40 I, maintain the status of a Blocc G None of you muthafuckas will ever stop me I know you mad, nigga, that's why you Raided hating I just kick back while all this shit is marinating I let it all add up then I'ma be subtracting niggas domes with a little bit of trigganometry Now I'm rolling solo, me and the siccness I don't need no assistant to handle my business Nigga, got your speakers shaking Beats still hitting even though you kept bullshitting Faking on me, supposed to be my homie You don't give a fuck about the X is all you show me [Chorus: X-Raided] Open up the casket, nigga, I ain't dead yet Ash to ash, dust to dust ain't been said yet Don't pour out your 4-0 ounce Never liked St. Ides anyway but it's the thought that counts Open up the casket, I ain't dead yet Ash to ash, dust to dust ain't been said yet Nigga, don't pour out your 40 ounce Never liked St. Ides anyway but it's the thought that counts [Bridge: X-Raided & Lunasicc] Somebody tell me where my homie at Is he thinking 'bout the Raided while he's sippin' on the Cognac? Somebody tell me where my homies at, yeah Somebody tell me where my homies at He's singing Oh yeah, oh yeah I can't keep wasting my time waiting on you To come home, to come home, yeah Yeah, when you're locked up, your homies saying I can't keep wasting my time, waiting on you To come home, to come home, yeah [Verse 2: X-Raided] Yeah, yeah It kinda make a nigga think If I was laying in a casket, where would my nigga be? At my funeral in the front row or at the mo' mo' with a 4-0 and a hoe thinking about me? (Yeah)Hell no I'm the last thing on your mind And the bitch that you kicking it with was probably mine Here I am, getting lowered in the ground While you saying "Damn, that nigga X-Raided was dead" All y'all doing, saying, steady getting your kick it on Even though I'm laying in the casket with my wife dressed in black, damn Somebody tell me where my homies at [Bridge: X-Raided] Don't put flowers in my casket, nigga, I'm alive You wanna see me dead but I survived Don't put flowers in my casket, nigga, I'm alive You wanna see me dead but I survived, yeah, yeah (Oh) It don't stop 'til the casket drop But it ain't dropped yet, so I ain't stopped yet, yeah It don't stop 'til the casket drop (I an't keep, oh, oh) But it ain't dropped yet, so I ain't stopped yet, nigga It don't stop 'til the casket drop (I can't keep, waiting on you) But it ain't dropped yet, so I ain't stopped yet It don't stop 'til the casket drop But I ain't stopped yet 'cause it ain't dropped yet [Verse 3: X-Raided] Deuce Four in the morning, needed a strap Paged X-Raided, I called right back Nigga, you got me out the bed with my main And I came through for you, staying true to the gang When them East Side Pancakes had you hemmed up I brought the syrup and the butter and we served 'em up Now it's nineteen ninety whatever the fuck And niggas ain't even staying in touch What the fuck's going on? I can't feel ya, Loc Let me know, is you still my folks? (Oh no) I don't hear ya, though, is it like that? When you get at me, that's on the Four, I'm gon' get right back It's time to get at all my reals Gotta give love to my homies I feel like Lynch, Sicx and Will Ones that maintained love Made sure a nigga got everything he had coming So much respect for the visits, cash that you sent Hook ups with the bitches that took the naked flicks When I was sitting in the county, you backed my plate To that nigga from Tamoshanter and Kirk Way, I say [Chorus: X-Raided] Open up the casket, I ain't dead yet Ash to ash, dust to dust ain't been said yet Don't pour out your 4-0 ounce Never liked St. Ides anyway, it's the thought that counts Open up the casket, I ain't dead yet Ash to ash, dust to dust ain't been said yet Nigga, don't pour out your 4-0 ounce Never liked St. Ides anyway, it's the thought that counts [Bridge x4] Hm, oh (Oh) I can't keep wasting my time waiting on you To come home, to come home I can't keep wasting my time waiting on you To come home, to come home [Outro: Da Misses] What you gonna do when you get out of jail? Nigga, what you gonna do when you get out of jail? What you gonna do when you get out of jail? What you gonna do when you get out of jail? 'Cause I.. I be shitting Yo' Misses Recognize this You know Shit talking Booboo breath smelling muthafuckas For the '9-5 It is I Yo' Misses