Revenge Lyrics

Revenge lyrics

First Verse: 
My homie called me in the morning from a hospital bed 
He
got holes in his body from a glock full of lead 
He said, three
motherfuckers that his lady knows 
Tried to jack his ass for his 84's

Now in a Ben Taub sick bed, my homie lays up 
He got sprayed up, cuz he
wouldn't raise 
Caught three of the seven of the shots that rang 
Them
folks sayin' that he'd never walk the same 
It sounds like a job for the uzi
gat 
And where the fuck did your bitch say these fools be at? 
For a real
long time, we been the best of friends 
And I'll be damned if a nigga don't
get revenge 
I feel anger, that I'm no stranger to 
Bustin' slugs in they
guts just a thang to do 
Why they pray for you, come and spray they crew

Got love for my homies, I thought you knew? 
He said "Los don't
sweat it, let this shit alone," 
but with these punk motherfuckers I
must pick a bone 
Now will it be the cranium or the chest plate? 
Necks
break back, snap, put him in checkmate 
Lead take me to vengeance, send this

Ripping through tendons I end this 
Because you bleed inside and it hurts
to cough 
I can't take no advice I gots to break them off 
Chorus: 
Cuz
my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do, 
What my friends, would do for
me, 
You muthafuckas gotta beg, 
Y'all askin' for action, 
Eat a
fuckin' K, 
I'm blastin' some asses 
Cuz my revenge, it tastes so sweet,
I gotta do, 
What my friends, would do for me, 
You muthafuckas gotta
beg, 
Y'all askin' for action, 
Eat a fuckin' K, 
I'm blastin' some
asses 
Second Verse: 
My niggas check me, I'm thinkin' of a master plan

I'm straight up blastin' glocks, them fuckin' bastards ran 
I'm steady
missin' all my homies that done bit the dust 
Got revenge cuz them bitches
wasn't shit to us 
Now what the fuck can I accomplish? 
And when I'm
dead, will I find myself on God's list? 
Every night I give, thanks I
wouldn't die today 
Turnin' cane into crack and my mic away 
We dealin'
cuz we feelin' that the, pay's right 
Hopin' Mama never see me at my, grave
site 
No daylight, play night cautiously 
Could be death, or my freedom
what it's costin' me 
Lost in dear life my wife be that Mary Jane 
And my
streets got me strollin' blueberry Lane 
Very same song sung in the South

From the mouth of a hustler, never have I trusted a 
Trick or a hoe or a
dope fiend either 
Cuz they smoke like a beaver buildin' dams on the river

Live a, life of a "G' til' the d - a - y 
Hittin' switches on the
freeway high 
Don't reply cuz me don't give a fuck 
What you hoes got to
say about me Hillwood funk 
Chorus 
Third Verse: 
Stop short in your
tracks 
Gats got the place surrounded 
Sounded two warning shots, fuck on
up and you'll be grounded 
Pounded bodies with a bunch of twelve gauges

Now her face is too straight in the fuckin' dog cages 
Pages of my book,
turn like the wind blows 
On the paper of a crook, muthafuck them hoes

Hittin' flows as a hustler, rose as a "G" 
Saves his flows to
big 8, now he scores half a ki 
Some say in his head he got insanity inside

But all it really be is mathematically inclined 
Look behind, you might
find others takin' over 
Rookies movin' cookies, they whipped in baking soda

Baby learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A ROCK 
With my
homies and we BALLIN' WITH A GLOCK 
Tenderoni phony fraud motherfuckers

Best to get out the game, 'fore you die motherfuckers 
Bustas trust us,
but us hustlas trust no one 
You can sure run with no gun 
That be a
nigga slow guns 
So roll one of them sweets 
Chug-a-lug on the eightball

And see where this motherfuckin life is gonna take y'all 
And haters
might fall 
Chorus