WiTH LYRiCS!!!\r
Lyrics to Revenge :\r
[First Verse:]\r
My homie called me in the morning from a hospital bed\r
He got holes in his body from a glock full of lead\r
He said, three motherfuckers that his lady knows\r
Tried to jack his ass for his 84s\r
Now in a Ben Taub sick bed, my homie lays up\r
He got sprayed up, cuz he wouldnt raise\r
Caught three of the seven of the shots that rang\r
Them folks sayin that hed never walk the same\r
It sounds like a job for the uzi gat\r
And where the fuck did your bitch say these fools be at?\r
For a real long time, we been the best of friends\r
And Ill be damned if a nigga dont get revenge\r
I feel anger, that Im no stranger to\r
Bustin slugs in they guts just a thang to do\r
Why they pray for you, come and spray they crew\r
Got love for my homies, I thought you knew?\r
He said Los dont sweat it, let this shit alone,\r
but with these punk motherfuckers I must pick a bone\r
Now will it be the cranium or the chest plate?\r
Necks break back, snap, put him in checkmate\r
Lead take me to vengeance, send this\r
Ripping through tendons I end this\r
Because you bleed inside and it hurts to cough\r
I cant take no advice I gots to break them off\r
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Cuz my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do,\r
What my friends, would do for me,\r
You muthafuckas gotta beg,\r
Yall askin for action,\r
Eat a fuckin K,\r
Im blastin some asses\r
Cuz my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do,\r
What my friends, would do for me,\r
You muthafuckas gotta beg,\r
Yall askin for action,\r
Eat a fuckin K,\r
Im blastin some asses\r
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[Second Verse:]\r
My niggas check me, Im thinkin of a master plan\r
Im straight up blastin glocks, them fuckin bastards ran\r
Im steady missin all my homies that done bit the dust\r
Got revenge cuz them bitches wasnt shit to us\r
Now what the fuck can I accomplish?\r
And when Im dead, will I find myself on Gods list?\r
Every night I give, thanks I wouldnt die today\r
Turnin cane into crack and my mic away\r
We dealin cuz we feelin that the, pays right\r
Hopin Mama never see me at my, grave site\r
No daylight, play night cautiously\r
Could be death, or my freedom what its costin me\r
Lost in dear life my wife be that Mary Jane\r
And my streets got me strollin blueberry Lane\r
Very same song sung in the South\r
From the mouth of a hustler, never have I trusted a\r
Trick or a hoe or a dope fiend either\r
Cuz they smoke like a beaver buildin dams on the river\r
Live a, life of a G til the d - a - y\r
Hittin switches on the freeway high\r
Dont reply cuz me dont give a fuck\r
What you hoes got to say about me Hillwood funk\r
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[Third Verse:]\r
Stop short in your tracks\r
Gats got the place surrounded\r
Sounded two warning shots, fuck on up and youll be grounded\r
Pounded bodies with a bunch of twelve gauges\r
Now her face is too straight in the fuckin dog cages\r
Pages of my book, turn like the wind blows\r
On the paper of a crook, muthafuck them hoes\r
Hittin flows as a hustler, rose as a G\r
Saves his flows to big 8, now he scores half a ki\r
Some say in his head he got insanity inside\r
But all it really be is mathematically inclined\r
Look behind, you might find others takin over\r
Rookies movin cookies, they whipped in baking soda\r
Baby learn the fuckin rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A ROCK\r
With my homies and we BALLIN WITH A GLOCK\r
Tenderoni phony fraud motherfuckers\r
Best to get out the game, fore you die motherfuckers\r
Bustas trust us, but us hustlas trust no one\r
You can sure run with no gun\r
That be a nigga slow guns\r
So roll one of them sweets\r
Chug-a-lug on the eightball\r
And see where this motherfuckin life is gonna take yall\r
And haters might fall\r
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