Every year the same shit happens
More fucking funerals, dead homies
Niggas out here killing each other
I don't know why
When it happens to you
You just can't turn the other fucking cheek
Gotta get back for your dead niggas
Yeah, I'm caught up, too
Sometimes I sit and wonder
How many motherfuckers gonna die this summer
Gunshots from the Hummer
Now the sawed-off riot pumps lay 'cross the beds
They said my militia wouldn't strike back
MAC-10, 11, 12, here to send them pussies to hell
They started it, there's no way to mend it
We'll end it, my crew hit the mattresses
G-O-Dfather style, all prepared to get buck wild
Half my niggas ball, other half ain't got it all
They stay up at nights waiting on a combat call
Drinking hard liquor, smoking mad loop and shit
So high, sometimes I even got to load they clips
I ain't mad at them, though, they dumps the ammo
In you, suspend you in air, hell yeah
It's the time that the real niggas live for, retaliation
Move on 'em, show and prove on 'em
All you punk bitches just stand back and watch
Me? I'm oiling up the Heckler & Koch
I gots no love for them busters that put the work in
I can still see my fucking boy's body jerking
I ran over to him, put my hand on his chest
Hole like an apple in the side of his neck
His eyes glassed up, his body jerked once more
There's nothing else to do but to go to war
Slide the hollow tips in the chrome .44
Roll down the windows, hang the heat out the door
Catch all the fucking bodies that I can tonight
Double back on your bitch crew broad daylight
There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when you hit, you leak
Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friends
Could you keep it cool? Would the wounds mend?
If I said peace, I'd be a motherfucking liar
I'm letting off 'til my arms tire
Retaliation
Been packing straps so long I got a permanent bruise in my leg
Better that than dead
Now it's time to show you what I'm trained for in this
Rally up the wolfpack, attack relentless
Make you understand it was the wrong crew you fucked with
Now it's on, bitch, your skies are darker than shit
You must've not've known who you fucking hit that day
Or maybe you did, you're dying anyway
And not just you, some of your family
To tell the truth, any-fucking-body we see
You might just wanna turn yourself in to me
To save your hood the pain of my crew's treachery
You fucked up, we know where you are, where you live
We got your place, ran 'em to a cop on the tape
We hit your block so hard, you'd swear it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully auto, make your whole crib shake
I know you're breathing hard, living on your last day
Or maybe you're laughing, thinking that you got away
I don't give a fuck, I won't sleep 'til one of us lays near, my nigga
Best to fear these triggers
If you're smart, you'll probably make a break out of state
We'll just snatch your kid, grab your fucking bitch and wait
Or catch you down south, lay your ass out straight
There's nowhere to run, it's time to meet your make
You got one chance, arm your whole damn crew
I couldn't stop my fucking niggas if I wanted to
There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when you hit, you leak
Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friends
Could you keep it cool? Would the wounds mend?
If I said peace, I'd be a motherfucking liar
I'm letting off 'til my arms tire
Retaliation
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