tonalidad: Afinación:
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 

Chorus: [Ms. Tee] 
Niggas.......they comin' to get'cha 
You betta watch ya back before they muthafuckin' split cha (3x) 

Second Verse: [B.G.] 

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 we don't 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 
S.K. 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 A.K. 
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 kees 
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 

Chorus 

Third Verse: [Bun B] 

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 

Chorus
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