Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Revenge, artist - Papoose. Album song You Can't Stop Destiny, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.07.2015
Record label: Honorable
Song language: English
Revenge |
| Bullets fly, my niggas ride, you’ve been advised |
| Say goodbye, won’t let it slide, let’s finish slime |
| On my mind, these niggas food like dinner time |
| Revenge coming, I grab a tool and drill his mind |
| No mashing, out the Phantom, they know it’s me |
| Start shoot, they’re screaming it was the KOB |
| Yeah, I’m a killer with a smile |
| Fuck fame, I’m the king dope dealer with the crown |
| Never stop shooting 'til them niggas on the ground |
| In the streets, screaming «my retaliation coming now» |
| , they put my homie in the grave |
| So I’m barefoot, running through the P’s with the K |
| Uh, but their mamas better pray |
| 'Cause I got them on a list, I’m just trying to find the day |
| All black, four rugers and one mac |
| Ride back and dump, make sure they all clap |
| After the rapid fire comes the gun smoke |
| After the smoke clears, you see the homicide |
| After the homicide comes the funeral |
| After the funeral, it’s time to ride, revenge |
| I’m cut from a different cloth |
| Eat what I kill, blood on my dinner fork |
| I’m in the field with it, I ain’t really with the words |
| Any disrespect, it’s gonna be a purge, G side |
| Holler with me if you see me when you’re with the call |
| 'Cause if I’m uncomfortable, my niggas letting off |
| Drop your top, then run to the cops, boy |
| Where I’m from, niggas pay off the cops |
| They tried to catch me slipping at the party |
| Somebody gonna see the son of anarchy |
| Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth |
| Tis is the season motherfuckers missing a roof |
| My sleeper, same nigga you call to freak the hoes (what else?) |
| Same niggas put you in a pita roll (what else?) |
| All the suckers gots to pay |
| Fifty shot clip, all you gon' see is 50 shades of gray |
| Man I’m stressed, I put my man to rest |
| Now it’s time to get them niggas who planned his death |
| (Where they at?) It ain’t hard to catch a stupid nigga |
| Instagram, you track him through his trenches |
| That little girl cute but gangsters don’t do it for the Vine |
| We do it for dead homies and niggas on the grind |
| Buck shots like boot camp, Fab 5 |
| The clip flip inside of the mac just like a flash drive |
| Beretta, Glock, Smith, Sig, EAA |
| Pick a choice, I got five nines like Royce |
| Heard people up top with my man, flying him a kite |
| Wrote me right back, we got him, flying back tonight |
| Gun under his chin, had to fire with all my might |
| Brain on the ceiling, left him lying right on the light |
| Man from Canarsie, heard he was hiding in the Heights |
| Louder the dynamite, fire the iron |