B.G., Ms. Tee - Retaliation lyrics

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

Niggasthey comin' to get'cha
You betta watch ya back before
They muthafuckin' split cha

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 it's
Time 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
SK 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 AK
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 heat
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

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