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geto boys - retaliation lyrics

suicide, it’s a suicide…

[scarface]
retaliation is a must
leavin’ opposition in the dust
in mob we trust, f-ckin’ with us gon’ get your bust
it’s a – suicide, it’s a suicide
you will die, n-gg-, you will die
just like your homeboy did
when we teed off on him
and since you want drama, we fend the weed off the corner
and when i ride
all these n-gg-s better ride
so if you hoes got pride
then bring your -sses outside
and let me say your bad side
but don’t you never let me see you sweat
i’m leaving motherf-ckers silhouettes – wet
and you can take that as a treath
but i’ma make the promise
these n-gg- here is comin’
sick enough to let to make a maggot vomit
with the intentions to retaliate
illuminatin’, then evacuate
f-ck the tear drops on the casket tops
just open up with shots from the plastic glock
that leave your -ss get got
it’s all about gettin’ even
get them m-th-f-ckas when you see ’em
stop em from breathin

[007]
retaliation
look at all the heat that you’re facing
15 n-gg-s agg in your living room waiting
p-ssin out sh-t, bags
click clacks – toe tags
we came and we kicked that -ss
who run this? double-o-seven
out of 17 and guaranteed to get eleven
i guess you think you’re safe
sorry that you did it
hoe, it’s too late
b-tch, you shouldn’ta did it
one by one n-gg-s get they -ss done
p-ssy make me laugh, n-gg-, money make me come
n-gg- set for life
all on this in pay-per-view
? callin? shots make you call yo’ whole f-ckin’ crew
we gotcha

[madd dogg]
i ain’t playin with this one, p-ss the pistol
warriors come out the play when we whistle
what’s that sound? is that them – in the background?
i let the mac clown and shut this whole set down
rap-a-lot mafia’s murderous circle
we kill em done, go get your guns
none survive when i scream the die-die
it’s the mister from the free time the dum-dum
retaliation is a must
who in the f-ck gave you m-th-f-ckas the nuts
to try to buck
wanna bust? n-gg- what? !
it’s dust to dust
ashes to ashes, in the back is where the pistols pump
i lift em up, gives a f-ck
i’m quick to bust
hit ’em up, get ’em up
once i send ’em up
now ? ? ? get enough of my gangsta stuff
retaliation is a m-th-f-ckin’ must

[k.b.]
i stumbled out the club ? ? ? ?
drunk as f-ck
and plus my visions is blurry
my face swoll’ the f-ck up
clothes all muddy
it was buddy
from last week who i got into that argument
with – came back with his click
m-th-f-ckas in some deep sh-t
and so they -sses got to pay
make my way to a pay phone and hit j.
“hey, i just got jumped on
i’m over here at ? ? ?
it’s the mob that ? ? to the brain to the gathor
a few minutes later
i saw the m-th-f-ckin’ hummer
here comes big chief
mac-11, ready to bomb a
c-ck suckers
? ? ? n-gg-s
was gonna touch ’em
m-th-f-ck’ the law
they -ss went up, my n-gg- bust ’em
this is my biz
kill ’em all
don’t leave no witness
make you m-th-f-ckas wishin’ you wouldn’ta you done this
handle your business
you violated my probation
had to fry they -ss like bacon
for f-ckin’ with me: retaliation!

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