Текст песни B.G. - Retaliation, слова песни B.G.

Текст песни B.G. - Retaliation

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First Verse: [Juvenile]Scraped my elbow jumpin` the fenceCreepin` through the grass camoflauged lookin` for themCowards, non-believers, contradictors, I`m comin` to get yaYou try to frame me without the pictureShit, I`m obligated, to be a Juvenile for lifeIt don`t change robbin` shit in this gameI know you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the restBut who`s 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 don`t 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 it`s all he seeWhich is why they known to be a Juvenile just like meWould`ja 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 get`chaYou betta watch ya back before they muthafuckin` split cha (3x)Second Verse: [B.G.]Ain`t that cold? I heard a nigga, downed my niggaMy partna just paged me and say they found my niggaIt`s a bust back thang can`t be no hoesI got a hundred rounds plus for my CalicoFa sho we get`s busy, and leave that ass fonkyFull of that monkey and we don`t to act a donkeyI`ma 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, I`ma take yearnThis is what`cha earn, chopper bullets burnS.K. trigga clicker, the blunt-smoker lighter flipperPaper chaser for six figures bout my issueI`m get to split cha, get cha if you in my wayI`ma deal wit`cha, muthafucka take a pictureI`ll 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 can`t 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 fucked ya set down nigga hutNigga what keep ya mouth shut retalitation is a mustChorusThird Verse: [Bun B]Dead ass nigga don`t fail, no yellin`, hit the door it never failShippin` his ass off to Hell, still the killas left behind himCan`t find him cuz the nine flatlined himNow Mister, murda master for the lastin`Niggas tryed to swerve it past her, turned into a nervous bastardThe blaster the Cash Money clique`ll shoot em upAnd me all we had to do was boot em upHe got the buck now who the fuck want it?I can`t see it happen, clips be clappin`Cappin` you til` you see through Bitch go ask B3 too how we doCuz me, you to one equals people, Retaliation also known as the sequelIt`s X-rated, cuz the clique`s made ten and now you throw the bitchLike I got no fuckin` sense, and I don`t so take thatA dead ass nigga can`t talk, wave or blink backClick! Snapshot, to me your rap`s notThat hot like a fat rock off a crack spotIn the back got a stable, That`s able to crack a bitch with a conference tableThen choke her wit a jumper cableA Chiefer that stay reefer mo bluntedOne time a hoed stunted We beat that bitch and right now no more frontin`Niggas actin` all shitty, gettin` no pityCuz my niggas actin` pretty showin` many from our cityRetalitation niggaChorus

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