Bg F- Bun B Juvenile Ms Tee Retaliation Lyrics

Retaliation Lyrics

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' shit 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 muthafuckin' 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 ass 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, muthafucka take a picture

 I'll wax that ass 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 fucked ya set down nigga hut

 Nigga what keep ya mouth shut retalitation is a must

 

 Chorus

 

 Third Verse: [Bun B]

 

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

 Shippin' his ass 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 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 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 bitch

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

 A dead ass 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 bitch 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 bitch 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