Consider Me Dead lyrics

[Intro: X-Raided]
Yeah
All my Mad Man soldiers at ease
I'm fnna handle this one on my own
Just me and Hollis
Can you make it pound?
I'll handle these n*ggas
Don't trip

[Verse 1: X-Raided]
I had a heart full of pride and had to set it aside
As I was nailed to the crucifix and stabbed in my side
Impaled, toothpicks jabbed in my eyes
n*ggas cried but the truth is they're glad that I died
In Hell conversatin' with Satan himself
Starin' in the mirror lately got him hatin' himself
Inhale green smoke like it's oxygen
Rise up out the grave, gotta get my props again
I pray for the day that I could say I got revenge
Got a vendetta 'cause I been hated by lots of men
My rage just way too strong to contain
I'm sinkin', but I'm way too strong to complain
I'm cheatin' the reaper every time he come for me
When I die, will you n*gga cry or ride and die for me?
I'm creepin', prepared to take your breath without thinkin'
Of consequences, I'll stand in the face of death without blinkin'
The Unforgiven X-Raided, take my name in vain!
Nefarious, n*gga, feel the need to explain the game
To various n*ggas that got it twisted up like cornrows
I'm sick of this b*tch sh*t, I'm comin' for you mark hoes
[Chorus: X-Raided, Kingpen]
n*ggas I used to f*ck with
Consider Me Dead
Yeah, all you n*ggas can suck di*k
Consider Me Dead
All them hoes I used to mack to...
Consider Me Dead
b*tch, get a rose over the tattoo
And Consider Me Dead
Yeah, n*ggas I used to f*ck with
Consider Me Dead
Yeah, all you n*ggas can suck di*k
Consider Me Dead
All you hoes I used to mack to...
Consider Me Dead
b*tch, get a rose over the tattoo
And Consider Me Dead

[Verse 2: X-Raided]
n*gga I can't stop now, came too far to turn back
Flames burnin' in my brain, my heart done turned black
When I open up my mouth to speak, I don't recognize my own voice
And when I close my eyes to sleep, dream of ridin' on my homeboys
When I wake up, the image lingers
When he throw up the set, it make me wanna break up the n*ggas fingers
Blow up the set twice a day, fake n*gga I respect not
Load up the TEC, spray your life away, gay n*gga
I detect cops and you look like a pig
You shook like a n*gga that done did somethin' wrong
Foster Farm ass n*gga (Chicken)
Get on and blast n*gga (Crippin')
Did harm to the last n*gga speakin' on my name
And I got these East Coast muthaf*ckas sleepin' on my game
I sleep with it on my brain, got me ready to seek and destroy
When you speakin' on my joy, you speakin' on my pain
And it's been seepin' out my brain
Through this pen to this paper to this track
To the DAT, into your ears, n*gga for years, yeah....
[Chorus: X-Raided, Kingpen]
n*ggas I used to f*ck with
Consider Me Dead
Yeah, all you n*ggas can suck di*k
And Consider Me Dead
All you hoes I used to mack to...
Consider Me Dead
b*tch, get a rose over the tattoo
And Consider Me Dead
Yeah, n*ggas I used to f*ck with
Consider Me Dead
Yeah, all you n*ggas can suck di*k
Consider Me Dead
All them hoes I used to mack to...
Consider Me Dead
b*tch, get a rose over the tattoo
And Consider Me Dead

[Verse 3: X-Raided]
When I die, don't come visit me at my grave
I'll come up out the casket like "Night of the Living Dead"
To get that ass b*tch, I ride 'til a n*gga dead like Killa Tay on Crip
We after ya, you swear you deserve respect but on Crip
You n*ggas gay, cuzz, weak bloods, like Dracula
Wear a turtle neck around me
You weak thugs'll have hurtful necks around me
We jump n*ggas like strangulations
And got a gang of patience when it come to killin' lames
Been waitin' all night for opportunity to spill your brains
Either you or me, only be one, ha, latter
And I'm comrades with clouds so get decapitated or bombed in crowds
They'll never capture Raided, I mob around
Turn your skin black and blue and orange by the time it's found
Tied and bound and tarred down
Two-faced, many faces better kept
Before we chop you up in suitcases
And disappear without any traces
And we all got game!
Pain flames, all got game!
Knock y'all brain, Mad Man and we all got fangs, b*tch!
[Chorus: X-Raided, Kingpen]
Consider Me Dead
And Consider Me Dead
I used to mack to...
Consider Me Dead
b*tch, get a rose over the tattoo
And Consider Me Dead
Yeah, yeah, used to f*ck with
Consider Me Dead
Yeah, suck di*k
Consider Me Dead
All them hoes I used to mack to...
Consider Me Dead
Better get a rose over the tattoo
And Consider Me Dead

[Outro]
Yeah, b*tch
Mad Man
Big Hollis
X-Raided
n*gga