B.G. - Retaliation Lyrics
First verse: [juvenile]Scraped my elbow jumpin the fenceCreepin through the grass camoflauged lookin for themCowards, non-believers, contradictors, Im comin to get yaYou try to frame me without the pictureShit, Im obligated, to be a juvenile for lifeIt dont change robbin shit in this gameI know you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the restBut whos down to knock a head off and wear a vest?Take a flight through that nolia and then see who representNot with them thugs ridin wearin them black reebok tennisNiggas fifteen, sixteen, seventeenSlangin iron from that josephine through that melphanineAnd would do almost anything to prove himself relentlessLike, a murder job and forgettin the consequencesHustlin through the brick walls avoidin the fedsPushin the dope steady duckin blue eyes and curly headsAnd he got caught and then start, runnin with yo peersGot swole and been home and now you back out cheaAnd that boyd that cha shot, brothas hangin on the blockYou dont know him but he know ya look you bout to get gotBow!!!!!! laid out in cold blood on the ave.Here comes the paramedics media and crime labUnderstand this is all he know and its all he seeWhich is why they known to be a juvenile just like meWouldja see that my words were a little bit cold a little bit trifeDown with tec mafia juvenile fa lifeChorus: [ms. tee]Niggas.......they comin to getchaYou betta watch ya back before they mutha*****in split cha (3x)Second verse: [b.g.]Aint that cold? I heard a nigga, downed my niggaMy partna just paged me and say they found my niggaIts a bust back thang cant be no hoesI got a hundred rounds plus for my calicoFa sho we gets busy, and leave that ass fonkyFull of that monkey and we dont to act a donkeyIma go get in my all black fit, when I come just sitCuz if ya sit cha hit, if ya split cha splitIf you die, you dieTake it ten for one, wave bye-bye wave bye-byeYou done took mine, ima take yearnThis is whatcha earn, chopper bullets burnS.k. trigga clicker, the blunt-smoker lighter flipperPaper chaser for six figures bout my issueIm get to split cha, get cha if you in my wayIma deal witcha, mutha*****a take a pictureIll wax that ass then tax on my yayToday if play I lay with the a.k.To spray and lay down the snaps I get downNiggas cant touch what me and bun puttin downNow down and pump round and distribute keesYou sleep six feet I tear down the whole streetWear down the family they grieve because ya flatBust ya head up leave ya deader yo blood redderI done *****ed ya set down nigga hutNigga what keep ya mouth shut retalitation is a mustChorusThird verse: [bun b]Dead ass nigga dont fail, no yellin, hit the door it never failShippin his ass off to hell, still the killas left behind himCant find him cuz the nine flatlined himNow mister, murda master for the lastinNiggas tryed to swerve it past her, turned into a nervous bastardThe blaster the cash money cliquell shoot em upAnd me all we had to do was boot em upHe got the buck now who the ***** want it?I cant see it happen, clips be clappinCappin you til you see through ***** go ask b3 too how we doCuz me, you to one equals people,Retaliation also known as the sequelIts x-rated, cuz the cliques made ten and now you throw the *****Like I got no *****in sense, and I dont so take thatA dead ass nigga cant talk, wave or blink backClick! snapshot, to me your raps notThat hot like a fat rock off a crack spotIn the back got a stable,Thats able to crack a ***** with a conference tableThen choke her wit a jumper cableA chiefer that stay reefer mo bluntedOne time a hoed stuntedWe beat that ***** and right now no more frontinNiggas actin all shitty, gettin no pityCuz my niggas actin pretty showin many from our cityRetalitation niggaChorus
