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Retaliation (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

guess who’s back
(scream+loud gunshot)
right about now its time for those notorious thugs
Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, Layzie
Flesh, and that nigga DJ U-Neek
mo thug takin over so you best beware
cuz we came to shut this motherfuckea down

(Flesh and DJ Uneek talkin’)
ya, bone comin back at you bitches for the 97
ya, these mothafuckaz didnt think it was on
old playa-hatin ass niggaz ya my niggaz brung they style to the table 1st
nigga, why dont you relize, reconize, idolize
its over bitch, its the art of war

BONE:
retaliation (6)

abort, when its the art of war
the art of war, of war
(x4)

abort, when its the art of war
1 and 2 world war
playa playa we done party over time
see we done partied over time
(x2)

(guess whos back)(BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY)

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Retaliation (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

First verse: [juvenile]

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

Retaliation (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

First verse: [juvenile]

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

Retaliation (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Guess who’s back
(scream+loud gunshot)
Right about now its time for those notorious thugs
Bizzy, wish, krayzie, layzie
Flesh, and that nigga dj u-neek
Mo thug takin over so you best beware
Cuz we came to shut this motherfuckea down

(flesh and dj uneek talkin’)
Ya, bone comin back at you bitches for the 97
Ya, these mothafuckaz didnt think it was on
Old playa-hatin ass niggaz ya my niggaz brung they style to the table 1st
Nigga, why dont you relize, reconize, idolize
Its over bitch, its the art of war

Bone:
Retaliation (6)

Abort, when its the art of war
The art of war, of war
(x4)

Abort, when its the art of war
1 and 2 world war
Playa playa we done party over time
See we done partied over time
(x2)

(guess whos back)(bone thugs-n-harmony)

Retaliation (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Suicide, it’s a suicide…

[scarface]
Retaliation is a must
Leavin’ opposition in the dust
In mob we trust, fuckin’ with us gon’ get your bust
It’s a – suicide, it’s a suicide
You will die, nigga, you will die
Just like your homeboy did
When we teed off on him
And since you want drama, we fend the weed off the corner
And when i ride
All these niggas better ride
So if you hoes got pride
Then bring your asses outside
And let me say your bad side
But don’t you never let me see you sweat
I’m leaving motherfuckers silhouettes – wet
And you can take that as a treath
But i’ma make the promise
These nigga here is comin’
Sick enough to let to make a maggot vomit
With the intentions to retaliate
Illuminatin’, then evacuate
Fuck the tear drops on the casket tops
Just open up with shots from the plastic glock
That leave your ass get got
It’s all about gettin’ even
Get them muthafuckas when you see ‘em
Stop em from breathin

[007]
Retaliation
Look at all the heat that you’re facing
15 niggas agg in your living room waiting
Passin out shit, bags
Click clacks – toe tags
We came and we kicked that ass
Who run this? double-o-seven
Out of 17 and guaranteed to get eleven
I guess you think you’re safe
Sorry that you did it
Hoe, it’s too late
Bitch, you shouldn’ta did it
One by one niggas get they ass done
Pussy make me laugh, nigga, money make me come
Nigga set for life
All on this in pay-per-view
?callin? shots make you call yo’ whole fuckin’ crew
We gotcha

[madd dogg]
I ain’t playin with this one, pass the pistol
Warriors come out the play when we whistle
What’s that sound? is that them – in the background?
I let the mac clown and shut this whole set down
Rap-a-lot mafia’s murderous circle
We kill em done, go get your guns
None survive when i scream the die-die
It’s the mister from the free time the dum-dum
Retaliation is a must
Who in the fuck gave you muthafuckas the nuts
To try to buck
Wanna bust? nigga what?!
It’s dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, in the back is where the pistols pump
I lift em up, gives a fuck
I’m quick to bust
Hit ‘em up, get ‘em up
Once i send ‘em up
Now ??? get enough of my gangsta stuff
Retaliation is a muthafuckin’ must

[k.b.]
I stumbled out the club ????
Drunk as fuck
And plus my visions is blurry
My face swoll’ the fuck up
Clothes all muddy
It was buddy
From last week who i got into that argument
With – came back with his click
Muthafuckas in some deep shit
And so they asses got to pay
Make my way to a pay phone and hit j.
"hey, i just got jumped on
I’m over here at ???
It’s the mob that ?? to the brain to the gathor
A few minutes later
I saw the muthafuckin’ hummer
Here comes big chief
Mac-11, ready to bomb a
Cock suckers
??? niggas
Was gonna touch ‘em
Muthafuck’ the law
They ass went up, my nigga bust ‘em
This is my biz
Kill ‘em all
Don’t leave no witness
Make you muthafuckas wishin’ you wouldn’ta you done this
Handle your business
You violated my probation
Had to fry they ass like bacon
For fuckin’ with me: retaliation!

Retaliation (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[intro: ice-t]
Every year the same shit happens
More fuckin’ funerals, dead homies
Niggas out here killin’ each other
I don’t know why
And when it happens to you
Just can’t turn the other fuckin’ cheek
Gotta get back for your dead niggas
Yeah i’m caught up to

[ice-t]
Sometimes i sit and wonder
How many motherfuckers gonna die this summer
Gunshots from the hummer
Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead across your beds
They said: "mama, less you wouldn’t strike back"
Mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell
They started it, there’s no way to mend it, we’ll end it
My crew’ll hit the matresses, g.o.d.
Father style – all prepared to get buckwild
Half my niggas ball, other half ain’t got it all
They stay up at nights waitin’ on a combat call
Drinkin’ hard liquor, smokin’ mad loop and shit
So high, sometimes i even gotta load they clips
I ain’t mad at them though, they dumps the ammo
In you, suspend you in here, hell yeah
It’s the time that the real niggas live for retaliation
Move on ‘em, show, improve on ‘em
All you punk bitches just stand back and watch
Me, i’m oilin’ up the heckler & gotch
I gots no love, for them busters, who put the work in
I can still see my fuckin’ boys’ body jerkin’
I ran over to him, put my hand on his chest
Hole like an apple in the side of his neck
His eyes glanced up, his body jerked once more
There’s nothin’ else to do but to go to war
Slide the hollow-tips in the chrome four-four
Roll down the windows, hang the heat out the door
Catch all the fuckin’ bodies that i can tonight
Double-back on your bitch crew, broad daylight

[chorus: ice-t]
There’s no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets
Grab your guns, buck ‘em off, when ya hit your leak
Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend?
Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend?
If i said "peace", i’ll be a motherfuckin’ liar
("i’m lettin’ off until my arms tired" – [cut and scratched]) retaliation

[ice-t]
Been packin’ straps so long i gots some permanent bruise in my leg
Better that than dead
Now it’s time to show you what i’m trained for in this
Rally up the wolfpack-attack relentless
Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck with
Now it’s on bitches, guys are darker than shit
You musta not a known when you fuckin’ hit that day
Or maybe you di, you’re dyin’ anyway
And not just you, some of your family
To tell you the truth any fuckin’ body we see
You might just wanna turn yourself into me
To save your hood pain of my crews’ treachery
You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya live
We got your place ran up to a cop on the tick
We’ll hit your block so hard, you’ll swear it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your whole crib shake
I know you’re breathin’ hard, livin’ on your last day
Or maybe, you’re laughin’, thinkin’ that you got away
I don’t give a fuck, i won’t sleep
Till one of us lays me and my nigga
That’s the fear of these triggers
If ya smart, ya probably make a break out of state
We’ll just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin’ bitch and wait
I’ll catch ya down south, lay your ass out straight
There’s no where to run, it’s time to meet your make
You got one chance, arm your whole damn crew
I couldn’t stop my fuckin’ niggas if i wanted to

[chorus: ice-t]
There’s no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets
Grab your guns, buck ‘em off, when ya hit your leak
Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend?
Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend?
If i said "peace", i’ll be a motherfuckin’ liar
("i’m lettin’ off until my arms tired" – [cut and scratched])
Retaliation

("lettin’ off until my arms tired" – [cut and scratched])