Text: Bun B. Retaliation Is A Must.
Nigga you cant run,
Nigga you cant hide,
Know that we got guns,
Know that we gone ride.
Blow out your insides,
and leave ya to rot,
cause when we give it to bitch we give ya all that we got.
Now all it take is one shot to put yo ass in a ditch. But you gone get the other fourty nine for bein a bitch. Go to war with the big man, when it makes no sense to. Reprocussions get extreme when we ride against you. Aint no movin yo baby mama, or your kids, everybody finna get it for the shit that you did. So when I get to yo crib, better come out swingin cause the Devil aint even ready for this hell im bringin. We dont want no dope, we dont want no cash, we dont want no excuses we just want yo ass. So when the front door crash and you see them soldiers, when that gun go blast, dont say that Bun aint told ya.
Now I stand on my two feet, one clip, two
heats. 20 shot hollow heads, bitch gimmie the loose leaf. Fuck beef I gotta K for niggas, in spots the laws wont find ya for days my nigga. South Side young playa full of plots and scams. Show ya how to get ya ovals up and lock the grams. Boyz know me in the hood, but not from rappin. Back street trappin, front line, ya boyz a captain. First nigga to shoot, I aint tryin to talk, bring the heat to the hospital and finish it off. No life is a ???? while im rollin with my gun up, dont getcha bitch gun butt, nigga whatcha want what. It aint shit to get yo family touched, catch a T on the bus and pop a ass like a clutch nigga. Im in the game cause I love the rush, love the bucks, this fans money's neva enough.
45 in the Rova, the K is on my shoulda, pop yo bitch ass then I go and smoke it ova. Niggas gettin olda, but thugs is comin younga. So just in case you wonda, I keep a F in the thunda. Nigga yous a blunda, got rocked by the thunda, cryin to that Bun, but hes the reason why we done ya. He gave us the word, said we keep the birds, beefin is for nerds, I put your brains on the curb, fucka! Pull yo piece nigga, and watch you rest in it, come to this clip game, bitch im the best in it. Yo white flag wavin, now its on, bitch please, all yo loved ones houses lookin like Swiss Cheese. Tried to let yo ass make it, but yo ass act a fool, now the HK the AK and the AR is the tool. All ya homeboyz gone and the hoes want the rest, so tell yo mom and yo sista break out the black dress
(Thanks to Da Stallion for these lyrics)
Nigga you cant hide,
Know that we got guns,
Know that we gone ride.
Blow out your insides,
and leave ya to rot,
cause when we give it to bitch we give ya all that we got.
Now all it take is one shot to put yo ass in a ditch. But you gone get the other fourty nine for bein a bitch. Go to war with the big man, when it makes no sense to. Reprocussions get extreme when we ride against you. Aint no movin yo baby mama, or your kids, everybody finna get it for the shit that you did. So when I get to yo crib, better come out swingin cause the Devil aint even ready for this hell im bringin. We dont want no dope, we dont want no cash, we dont want no excuses we just want yo ass. So when the front door crash and you see them soldiers, when that gun go blast, dont say that Bun aint told ya.
Now I stand on my two feet, one clip, two
heats. 20 shot hollow heads, bitch gimmie the loose leaf. Fuck beef I gotta K for niggas, in spots the laws wont find ya for days my nigga. South Side young playa full of plots and scams. Show ya how to get ya ovals up and lock the grams. Boyz know me in the hood, but not from rappin. Back street trappin, front line, ya boyz a captain. First nigga to shoot, I aint tryin to talk, bring the heat to the hospital and finish it off. No life is a ???? while im rollin with my gun up, dont getcha bitch gun butt, nigga whatcha want what. It aint shit to get yo family touched, catch a T on the bus and pop a ass like a clutch nigga. Im in the game cause I love the rush, love the bucks, this fans money's neva enough.
45 in the Rova, the K is on my shoulda, pop yo bitch ass then I go and smoke it ova. Niggas gettin olda, but thugs is comin younga. So just in case you wonda, I keep a F in the thunda. Nigga yous a blunda, got rocked by the thunda, cryin to that Bun, but hes the reason why we done ya. He gave us the word, said we keep the birds, beefin is for nerds, I put your brains on the curb, fucka! Pull yo piece nigga, and watch you rest in it, come to this clip game, bitch im the best in it. Yo white flag wavin, now its on, bitch please, all yo loved ones houses lookin like Swiss Cheese. Tried to let yo ass make it, but yo ass act a fool, now the HK the AK and the AR is the tool. All ya homeboyz gone and the hoes want the rest, so tell yo mom and yo sista break out the black dress
(Thanks to Da Stallion for these lyrics)