Unfukwitable! Songtext
von X‐Raided

Niggas can′t fuck wit this
Niggas can't fuck wit that
X4
(Big X-Loccsta B.K.A X-Raided Locc)
Deuce-4, Garden Blocc muthafuccin side show
Spittin my (?) shit like no
Other muthafucca that you need, so
You know when me and Little X-Locc, B.K.A. Mr Doc
Be all up in your ass breakin fools off properly
With them pants saggin, rags hanging, nigga guess what, killa?
(Baby Reg)
The clue?
(X-Locc)
So true, gangbangin′ like a mu'fucca
In that Sac city southside, rollin deuces
This the shit that Garden Blocc produces
Puttin in work like a mothafucca, bustas bein served
Cause them boys is sayin redrum, go and murder some, G
Muthafucca, I thought you knew
Little X got two nines fully loaded in my deuce-44's in my lap


Funk is on so we creepin, 5 in the morning catchin niggas when they sleepin
It′s dirty but you know there ain′t no love in this shit
The blocc is gettin wicked, it's the season of da sicc
And the 9mm′s goin (?), but a damn thang so I put a bullet in his brain
Slangin em like a chef, knocc a nigga wanna smoke them niggas out
Shootin muthafuccas to increase the body count
One dead nigga, two nigga dead, three
X-Raided locc going 51/50
Fillin all you bustas with slugs, aah, locc
You better watch your back cause you know I got real love for my G blocc
Folks playin wit a half-deck, deuce is wild, lettin muthafuccas know
Sicc in the dome!
And I packs a nine chrome but
(Baby Reg: Niggas can't fucc wit it)
So don′t even try... When we off the chocolate thai
(You can't fucc it, mane)
Siccer than a sicc! And them boys quick to smoke a bitch, but
(You just can′t fucc wit it)
So bacc on up
I'm layin in the cut and there ain't no doubt
(You can′t fucc wit it, bitch, haaa)
Niggas can′t fuck wit this
Niggas can't fuck wit that
X4