Daz Dillinger - Retaliation, Revenge & Get Back lyrics

(daz talking) I want them 20 dollar pores bwoy, Get your sharp sticks! We're going to la la land (hahaha)we're going to the moon We're going to serve these motherf**ers tonight Boy you got your sh**? b**h a** n***a! You want static!? Yo! go get the homeboys! We got a meeting at the park, don't be late! They say the streets ain't safe no more For us youngsters, Take the chance to achieve and live the life of a busta Gather up all the matter, yeah, we multiply Many hood stories told, we an*lyze See we bang for this colour and only this colour k** any colour, that ain't our colour Get it in your head what's done what's done said Embalmed on the wall for all my homies that's dead I can't forget you homie Drinkin and smoking because I'm lonely Blastin all these motherf**ers cause they phony My heart flooded with anger Deep inside, but who cares Life is dead, we banging like soldiers So beware if you scared Then we torture the ? ? ? ? For what the f** you done done Jump across these n***as so now the war is on We rob, strapped busting until they all drop sh**, we actually blowing your b**h a** off the block So keep your glock clocked s**er! For when I come through Dump around something now your homies is nothing 20 seconds til d**h, Weed, alcohol on my breath You looking for your f**ing homies Ain't none left! Hangin out with my n***as, real street n***as They hearts is cold hear, bust them triggers Taping flicks, pictures, modifying the street life Drinking liquer, shermed out, high as a kite Intoxication, ain't feeling that you can feel When the cops drive by suddenly And they was out to k** (daz talking) Yeah, tell your homeboy that! Dead on sight! Everytime we see y'all b**h a** Now I'm shot! Barely made it! k**ed four of my homies, it's gang-related Now what's next for us, we load up But keep adjust my set to murder, so what the f**! (daz talking) Yeah, when I get wet, they're ain't nothing I won't do So intoxicate your mind to something new Always remeber Revenge, retaliation, murder, get back I'm in the world on my own I will roam I gotta stay strong My motto "you f** with us, you f**ing get domed" Two days later n***as come back and sprayed us Retaliation and get back this time just to face it We five cars deep, we jet out as we creep Blowing n***as ? ? ? ? hollering east side! long beach!! My feud ain't with them other n***as! It's with you Got a gauge to your head n***a what you goin do? Handle my business, for the cops come and get to snitching Reaching to our destination so we can kick it Nobody knows and we won't get caught Continue stacking paper, moving cavi on the block I thought you knew! but now you know! Don't ever ever come around no more! And why's that? and why not? Cause it's my money and I mash for my block! (yelling and swearing) The gang! daz dillenger! Taking all y'all b**h a** n***as the f** out! You better watch out! 'cause here we come, come, We goin getcha getcha We going getch getcha We going getch getcha We ain't finshed finished We goin getcha getcha We going getch getcha We going getch getcha Before the automatic hitsya hitsya We goin getcha getcha We going getch getcha We going getch getcha