Lyrics Revenge - Molecules, Showbiz

Revenge - Molecules, Showbiz
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Date of issue: 07.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English

Revenge

I’m on the couch with my arms racing the breaks
Sipping Malibu, watching Al Pacino’s Scarface
Tell 'em, Tony, when all of the sudden the whole shit just thrown on me
I been through everything you ever thought about
In the drug game no doubt, in and out a few shoot-outs
Yeah, I’ve been shot before, you alls blowing down the door
This kid try to hit me up with a .44
Something ain’t right, yo, shit is shady
Doctor pulling bullets from my body, look like slugs from a 380
For a minute I thought I was dead
I head my cousin Buddha say they tried to move, accuse ahead
They had to be the kids from up the block
Heard I was making moves out of state
They heard I had a little cake
You see, they strike it, they fucked up thinking I’m dead
I took the bullets to the body in the lower leg
They done said, them kids about to get wetted
It’s gonna be a whole lot of bodies popping up dead
Like I said, my body’s on the couch doing some healing
Niggas on the block dropping dimes and squealing
I’m on the phone with my cousin the guard back, kill what you had to say
Now it’s gonna be repercussions and retaliations
But first I gotta go on vacation
I gotta get my revenge
Niggas is shisty, watch who’s your peeps
Know who to trust before they bust you in your sleep
Real niggas do real things and shisty ones a dick
And real niggas always win
Please lay back, I’m all better, cock the Berretta
Show 'em what I mean, get these streets sweeping, time to clean
Six deep in the cave five with the windows tinted
Six more to get strapped with Macs and techs in the Tourist rented
Yo, snatch that punk and put his bitch ass in the trunk
We gonna take 'em to the hideout, these blindfolded, mouth filled with duct tape
Take the razor to his face
Now he’s screaming, 'I wanna die, I wanna die'
Yo, shut the fuck up before I stab your ass in the eye
You’re not gonna die yet, I need some information
'Cause I think your infiltration is coming from that kid, Jason
He was somebody I was fucking with back in '88
Doing drug cakes, getting paid, but now I’m straight
He was messing with five percent of the justice
Kid was shisty, just couldn’t trust him
I had to step into my own thing, I year later got my own ring
Yeah, I’m my own king
So no wonder his crew members under my possession
Before I kill you, I want a confession
I gotta get my revenge
Niggas is shisty, watch who’s your peeps
Know who to trust before they bust you in your sleep
Real niggas do real things and shisty ones a dick
And real niggas always win
I gotta get my revenge
Niggas is shisty, watch who’s your peeps
Know who to trust before they bust you in your sleep
Real niggas do real things and shisty ones a dick
And real niggas always win
Double brew with the mansion and the yacht
A50 land cruiser and now the town was on lock
Jason was getting gel, he heard you was getting mad
Shut the fuck up, this is what you gonna do
You gonna go by Jason’s about 8 o’clock
Tell him, yo, J, we fucked up
What you gonna say?
'Yo, J, we fucked up'
Meanwhile me and J in the city, all in the semis like mobsters
Sipping Perignon and eating lobsters
But what J never knew, I came with 50 kids from my crew
And he came with about two
So as we kick the willy boat, he keeps a peep, says it’s a call from home
He goes the steps to the phone
He comes back to the table looking all distraught and puzzled
I guess he realizes it’s gonna be some trouble
Yo, Artie Boo, lock the door, this shit is closing
Nobody leaving till I get this beef shit here even
Not this is realest situation, gets funny
He starts telling me where his stash at and all of his money
I don’t want your stash, I want your ass, that’s why I cut you from getting cash
His shisty ass won’t last, enough talking, we out of here
Yo, yo, Q, the vehicle is parked in the rear
Slide through the back, jump in the five, wag BBS and Pirelli’s
Caught a body, filled my belly, now I hit the telly
Now overall you can see, it didn’t have to be the jealousy and envy
Made him shisty
Now I got my revenge, sorry, my friend this is where the story has to end
Gotta get my revenge

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