Verse 1: Cougnut:
n***as always talking that drama sh**
That's the reason why I got that long a** thirty clip
Pushed in that a** of that Glock 17
I ain't gone miss so stop running from the beam
Coward a** n***as talk good but they dead
How the f** you gone win with that beam on your forehead
40 after 40 after 40 after six pack
Gurpin like a motherf**in St. Ide's maniac
Livin in the warzone sh** is kinda f**ed up
Cell on the left on the right call me Cougnut
n***as wanna jack I jack when you wanna jack
You pull your gat I pull my gat plottin to straight bust back
Infrared his finger when that dome is gettin caught g
f**in with this I-M-P n***as gone die see
Call my n***a Cell said meet me at the 'tel
Time to pack his body send him straight to hell
Rider life is serious co*k a sweeper and I'm nothin nice
If you did it once check your nuts you can do it twice
Retaliation
Verse 2: Cellski:
On that a** as I blast with my Ruger
I don't give a f** and a n***a ain't a afraid to shoot ya
Lettin off shells then we bail up in my buck'
Poppin at these n***as as I watch em run through they cuts
Doing much dirt on your turf as I perv
n***as get served with the ruggy-rug or thee Mossberg
Retaliation cuz them n***as tried to pop me
You thought I was going out like that g
Two n***as is all it take to spray up yo set
To make sure that n***as don't leave no finger prints
I'm up audi, then I head back to me turf
Tellin my n***as to strap up cuz we just did some dirt
I'm on the late night I'm rollin' wit my n***a 'Nut
On the other side cuz my n***a had some bu*t
These hoes might be some snakes so I think I brings me Glock
And plus these hoes livin right on thee dope spot
I pulled up in front of the house I seen a gang of fools
Mean muggin as we jumped out the old school
One n***a said "where y'all from loc?"
I said "n***a from thee land of thee gun smoke"
n***as start loc'ing up them n***as tried to rush us
Punk a** busters f**ed with the wrong motherf**ers
I'll be back and that's on my mind
I went to the house to get the Mack
And took 'Nut to get his 9
And if I go through it's 20 years life I'm facing
But as long as a n***a got
Retaliation
Verse 3: Baldhead Rick:
When I serve a face I grab my Swisher sweet
Then I go into a gotta retaliation on that a** tweak
Snatch my Ruger gun creepin down these San Franpsycho steets
Lookin for somebody that these hollows will wanna f**in meet
Hopin to see thee enemy with somebody else
Because my friends inside these clips is gonna introduce themselves
Lettin em go and watchin em drop poppity-pop-pop-pop
Now watch his a** gone off the corner from these 13
Automatic Ruger shots
Now you met the boy, kid, UNLV a**a**in
Retaliation was on my mind that's why I came to the hood
Just blastin
Never lived in no 'jects never get no respect
Never thought of retaliation
Shooting n***as in the chest with tech's
A young outcast muggin thuggin and hangin
Grabbin game and slanging 'caine and
Introduced into the world of bangin
So retaliation pure on these San Franpsycho streets
n***as feels from Fillmoe to HP to SD to LV
That packing a gun is oh-so-so necessary
The n***as will see you in the grave 6 feet deep or in the
Mortuary
That's why I got this b**h named Mack Mary
Pull her on the ATF highway patrol watch the police be scary
Uh, I guess that's why I had to waste em
Cuz on my mind all I was thinking n***a was
Retaliation