X-Ecutioner Style Songtext
von Sean C & Roc Raida feat. Black Thought

From the top
Shut up
Shut up

Shut up
Shut up when I′m talking to you
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
I'm about to

Wasn′t that fun? Let's try something else
Forty-five caliber killer from out of the filler
Definitely going to show y'all brothers how you not a guerilla
Smooth talking, fully automatic weapon concealer

Taste thriller, break thriller
Let′s hit ′em with the bounce filler
Filthy stinking, standing on solid ground
And still be sinking, submerging in the parks


Still be linking, plucked beef when it starts
To fuck your thinking, it's not a mirage
I′m in the motherfucking track, yo, from out the garage
With an if, you to duck, but it's hard to dodge

In the back of the spine where my dawgs, they lie
Going to flip it straight up, ripping apart your squad
X-Ecutioner style, cuts, and blends like a syringe, we banging you from each of your limbs
See me coming through the party hard, without no bodyguard
Smoking something, stomping on each of you Timbs
I′m the B-to-the-L, the A, the C, King (Uh-huh)
And when it comes to planning, the thought to keep thinking that

Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up

Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up