Lyrics

[Intro: X-Raided] Back outside Back outside Back outside (Southside) Back outside [Verse 1: T-Nutty] I'm outside like a linebacker When they say "Hike", I'm sacking shit Nutt Factor, I'm the prize rapper Get it popping, I'm the one that light the firecrackers Said I'm not the truth then he's a lying bastard In the building like it's open house Big toe through a holy sock, we poking out I get low until it's time to get to showing out If you looking for the Loc, you better know the route We going South taking I-5 In the wind so you probably gon' have to skydive Stay clear from all the weirdos and wise guys In the field with it, you cheerleading from the sidelines [Verse 2: Liq] It was me and Young Meek, riding, smoking Bending corners through the hood with the doors still open In a MJ jersey 'cause I'm repping 23 Yeah, we big stepping so it's J's on my feet Leaving Meadowview on the way to the G See my nigga from the The Rich', I'm yelling out "Yee!" Oh, you don't fuck with me? Then the feeling is mutual You niggas unusual and you squares are cubicle This cocaine on my cuticles do the same as my shooters do Real recognize real, we ain't the same so who is you? Hmm! [Verse 3: X-Raided] X-Raided, Liq and Meek setting fire to the booth We rep The Gardens through and through from The Blocc to The View We hella grown, what the fuck you 'bout to say to us? Whoever want a fade, come get tapered up, we papered up Pay somebody to give you a buck fifty, that's a paper cut It's been enough time but the wait is up [Verse 4: Big Meek] It was all a dream I was an adolescent moving mean On 23rd in front of Granny's house selling cream On a mission, I put them birds in the kitchen A young fool full of misguided ambition Technician, "Do not disturb" on the door A tactician reading Sun Tzu "Art of War" And "How To Spot a Liar", that's Big Meek on flyer Then a pair of triple gold ones and Vogue tires Mackramento, Sacramento, where you at? I'll put on your pockets or put you on your back That's on the floor or it's up, that's where it's stuck Some rather a bitch, I'd rather chase a buck [Verse 5: X-Raided] Believe it or not, it real, Ripley's couldn't make it up Garden Blocc and Meadowview together, 'bout to shake it up Release it to the streets and they ate it up Niggas crying 'bout it like it ain't already hate enough, give me love