B.G. - Retaliation Lyrics

Writer(s) : DORSEY, CHRISTOPHER / DORSEY, CHRISTOPHER / WRITER UNKNOWN, N
Artist: B.G. Lyrics
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Album: Track 13 on It's All On U
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featuring Bun be , Juvenile, Ms. Tee



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

****, I'm obligated, to be a Juvenile for life

It don't change robbin' **** 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

*****s 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]

*****s.......they comin' to get'cha

You betta watch ya back before they mutha****in' split cha (3x)



Second Verse: [B.G.]



Ain't that cold? I heard a *****, downed my *****

My partna just paged me and say they found my *****

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 *** 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

'cause 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, mutha****a take a picture

I'll wax that *** then tax on my yay

Today if play I lay with the A.K.

To spray and lay down the snaps I get down

*****s 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 ****ed ya set down ***** hut

***** what keep ya mouth shut retaliation is a must



Chorus



Third Verse: [Bun B]



Dead *** ***** don't fail, no yellin', hit the door it never fail

Shippin' his *** off to Hell, still the killas left behind him

Can't find him 'cause the nine flatlined him

Now Mister, murda master for the lastin'

*****s 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 **** want it?

I can't see it happen, clips be clappin'

Cappin' you til' you see through ***** go ask B3 too how we do

'cause me, you to one equals people,

Retaliation also known as the sequel

It's X-rated, 'cause the clique's made ten and now you throw the *****

Like I got no ****in' sense, and I don't so take that

A dead *** ***** 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 ***** 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 ***** and right now no more frontin'

*****s actin' all shitty, gettin' no pity

'cause my *****s actin' pretty showin' many from our city

retaliation *****



Chorus


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