(X-Raided)
Fat n***as puttin shit up in the game
Livin off the fame of the Garden Blocc name
But never did dirt or put in no work
They be rappin like they g's
Talkin bout maccin bitches and slangin ki's
But please you a ho
No need to play the role like you ain't kowin that
Go look in the mirror, you won't see no gangsta starin bacc
Based on that fact I'm let it be known
Gotta tell the homies what really goes on n***a
(You mutha fuccas)
You don't even know how to load a nine
You seen your homie do some dirt and went and wrote a rhyme
But how you talkin bout bein a killa and never made a n***as brain hang
You sayin you a loc but never gang banged
N***a you ought to win an Oscar
"The Best Actor of the Year" you ain't no mutha fuccin mobsta
You faker than Cubic Zarconia
Givin a bad reputation to n***as in Killafornia
We puttin bustas in hearses
Why you marks be bombin on base heads and snatchin bitches purses
That punk shit, but n***a you think you so a hard
That's why thay X-Raided loc be pullin ho calls

(X-Raided)
(Chorus)
You a gang bangin n***a
Hustla, mutha fuccin psycho, loco, but only in the studio
Rappin like you real
Talkin bout how you kill n***as
Let the truth be told, it's only in the studio
Gang bangin n***a
Hustla, mutha fuccin psycho, loco, only in the studio
Rappin like you real
Talkin bout how you kill n***as
Let the truth be told, only in the studio