Young Cellski - Retaliation lyrics

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