Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Retaliation, artist - Ice T. Album song 7th Deadly Sin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Retaliation |
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 the air, 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 & Koch |
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 ya 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 who you fuckin' hit that day |
Or maybe you did, 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 take |
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*) |