Retaliation lyrics

Artist  : B.g. 
Song : Retaliation



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First Verse: [Juvenile]
Scraped my elbow jumpin` the fence
Creepin` through the grass camoflauged lookin`
for them
Cowards, non-believers, contradictors, I`m comin`
to get ya
You try to frame me without the picture
Shit, I`m obligated, to be a Juvenile for life
It don`t change robbin` sh*t in this game
I know you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the
rest
But who`s down to knock a head off and wear a
vest?
Take a flight through that Nolia and then see who
represent
Not with them thugs ridin` wearin` them black
reebok tennis
Niggas fifteen, sixteen, seventeen
Slangin` iron from that Josephine through that
Melphanine
And would do almost anything to prove himself
relentless
Like, a murder job and forgettin` the
consequences
Hustlin` through the brick walls avoidin` the
feds
Pushin` the dope steady duckin` blue eyes and
curly heads
And he got caught and then start, runnin` with yo
peers
Got swole and been home and now you back out chea
And that boyd that cha shot, brothas hangin` on
the block
You don`t know him but he know ya look you bout
to get got
BOW!!!!!!  Laid out in cold blood on the Ave.
Here comes the paramedics media and crime lab
Understand this is all he know and it`s all he
see
Which is why they known to be a Juvenile just
like me
Would`ja see that my words were a little bit cold
a little bit trife
Down with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa life
Chorus: [Ms. Tee]
Niggas.......they comin` to get`cha
You betta watch ya back before they muthaf**kin`
split cha (3x)
Second Verse: [B.G.]
Ain`t that cold?  I heard a nigga, downed my
nigga
My partna just paged me and say they found my
nigga
It`s a bust back thang can`t be no hoes
I got a hundred rounds plus for my Calico
Fa sho we get`s busy, and leave that as* fonky
Full of that monkey and we don`t to act a donkey
I`ma go get in my all black fit, when I come just
sit
Cuz if ya sit cha hit, if ya split cha split
If you die, you die
Take it ten for one, wave bye-bye wave bye-bye
You done took mine, I`ma take yearn
This is what`cha earn, chopper bullets burn
S.K. trigga clicker, the blunt-smoker lighter
flipper
Paper chaser for six figures bout my issue
I`m get to split cha, get cha if you in my way
I`ma deal wit`cha, muthaf**ka take a picture
I`ll wax that as* then tax on my yay
Today if play I lay with the A.K.
To spray and lay down the snaps I get down
Niggas can`t touch what me and Bun puttin` down
Now down and pump round and distribute kees
You sleep six feet I tear down the whole street
Wear down the family they grieve because ya flat
Bust ya head up leave ya deader yo blood redder
I done f**ked ya set down nigga hut
Nigga what keep ya mouth shut retalitation is a
must
Chorus
Third Verse: [Bun B]
Dead as* nigga don`t fail, no yellin`, hit the
door it never fail
Shippin` his as* off to Hell, still the killas
left behind him
Can`t find him cuz the nine flatlined him
Now Mister, murda master for the lastin`
Niggas tryed to swerve it past her, turned into a
nervous bastard
The blaster the Cash Money clique`ll shoot em up
And me all we had to do was boot em up
He got the buck now who the f**k want it?
I can`t see it happen, clips be clappin`
Cappin` you til` you see through Bit*h go ask B3
too how we do
Cuz me, you to one equals people, 
Retaliation also known as the sequel
It`s X-rated, cuz the clique`s made ten and now
you throw the bit*h
Like I got no f**kin` sense, and I don`t so take
that
A dead as* nigga can`t talk, wave or blink back
Click!  Snapshot, to me your rap`s not
That hot like a fat rock off a crack spot
In the back got a stable, 
That`s able to crack a bit*h with a conference
table
Then choke her wit a jumper cable
A Chiefer that stay reefer mo blunted
One time a hoed stunted 
We beat that bit*h and right now no more frontin`
Niggas actin` all shitty, gettin` no pity
Cuz my niggas actin` pretty showin` many from our
city
Retalitation nigga
Chorus