"Revenge" lyrics
My homie called me in the morning from a hospital bed
He got holes in his body from a Glock full of lead
He said three motherfuckers that his lady knows
Tried to jack his ass for his 84s
Now in a Ben Taub sick bed
My nigga lays up
He got sprayed up
'Cause he wouldn't raise
Caught three out of seven of the shots that rang
Them folks saying that he'd never walk the same
It sounds like a job for the Uzi gat
And where the fuck did your bitch say these fools be at
For a real long time, we been the best of friends
And I'll be damned if a nigga don't get revenge
I feel anger that I'm no stranger to
Busting slugs in their guts, just the thing to do
While they pray for you
I'ma spray their crew
I got love for my homies, I thought you knew
He said
"Los, don't sweat it, let this shit alone"
But with these punk motherfuckers, I must pick a bone
Now, will it be the cranium or the chest plate?
Necks break, back snap, put him in checkmate
Lead take me to vengeance, send this
Led this
Ripping through tendons, I end this
Because you bleed inside
And it hurts to cough
I can't take no advice
I gots to break 'em off
'Cause my revenge
It tastes so sweet, I gotta do what my friends would do for me
You motherfuckers gotta beg
I'm asking for action
A. the fucking K
I'm blasting, some ass in
'Cause my revenge
It tastes so sweet, I gotta do what my friends would do for me
You motherfuckers gotta beg
I'm asking for action
A. the fucking K
I'm blasting, some ass in
My niggas check me, I'm thinking of a master plan
I'm straight up blasting gats, them fucking bastards ran
I'm steady missing all my homies who done bit the dust
Got revenge 'cause them bitches wasn't shit to us
Now what the fuck can I accomplish?
And when I'm dead
Will I find myself on God's list?
Every night I give thanks I didn't die today
Turning 'caine into crack in my microwave
We dealing 'cause we feeling that the pay's right
Hoping mamma never see me at my grave site
No daylight, play night cautiously
Could be death, or my freedom, what is costing me
Lost in G life, me wife be Mary Jane
And me streets got me strolling Blueberry Lane
Every same song sung in the south
From the mouth of a hustler
Never have I trusted a trick or a ho or a dope fiend either
'Cause they smoke like a beaver
Building dams on the river
Live a life of a G 'til the D-A-Y
Hitting switches on the freeway high
Don't reply 'cause me don't give a fuck
What you hoes got to say 'bout me Hillwood funk
'Cause my revenge
It tastes so sweet, I gotta do what my friends would do for me
You motherfuckers gotta beg
I'm asking for action
A. the fucking K
I'm blasting, some ass in
'Cause my revenge
It tastes so sweet, I gotta do what my friends would do for me
You motherfuckers gotta beg
I'm asking for action
A. the fucking K
I'm blasting, some ass in
Stop short in your tracks, gats got the place surrounded
Sounded two warning shots, fuck on up, and you'll be grounded
Pounded bodies with the butts of twelve gauges
Now her face is too straight in them fucking dog cages
Pages of my book turn like the wind blows
On the paper of a crook
Motherfuck them hoes
Him rose as a hustler
Rose as a G
Saves his flows to big eight
Now he scores half a ki
Some said in his head, he got insanity inside
But all it really be is mathematically inclined
If behind
You might find others taking over rookies
Moving cookies
They whipped in baking soda
Baby know the fucking rules
My cheese is solid as a rock
With my homies and we balling with a Glock
Tenderoni phony fraud motherfuckers
Best to get out the game 'fore you die motherfuckers
Busters trust us, but us hustlers trust no one
You can sure run with no gun
That be a nigga slogan
So roll on the sweets
Chug-a-lug on the eight ball
And see where this motherfucking life is gon' take y'all
The makers may fall
'Cause my revenge
It tastes so sweet, I gotta do what my friends would do for me
You motherfuckers gotta beg
I'm asking for action
A. the fucking K
I'm blasting, some ass in
'Cause my revenge
It tastes so sweet, I gotta do what my friends would do for me
You motherfuckers gotta beg
I'm asking for action
A. the fucking K
I'm blasting, some ass in
He got holes in his body from a Glock full of lead
He said three motherfuckers that his lady knows
Tried to jack his ass for his 84s
Now in a Ben Taub sick bed
My nigga lays up
He got sprayed up
'Cause he wouldn't raise
Caught three out of seven of the shots that rang
Them folks saying that he'd never walk the same
It sounds like a job for the Uzi gat
And where the fuck did your bitch say these fools be at
For a real long time, we been the best of friends
And I'll be damned if a nigga don't get revenge
I feel anger that I'm no stranger to
Busting slugs in their guts, just the thing to do
While they pray for you
I'ma spray their crew
I got love for my homies, I thought you knew
He said
"Los, don't sweat it, let this shit alone"
But with these punk motherfuckers, I must pick a bone
Now, will it be the cranium or the chest plate?
Necks break, back snap, put him in checkmate
Lead take me to vengeance, send this
Led this
Ripping through tendons, I end this
Because you bleed inside
And it hurts to cough
I can't take no advice
I gots to break 'em off
'Cause my revenge
It tastes so sweet, I gotta do what my friends would do for me
You motherfuckers gotta beg
I'm asking for action
A. the fucking K
I'm blasting, some ass in
'Cause my revenge
It tastes so sweet, I gotta do what my friends would do for me
You motherfuckers gotta beg
I'm asking for action
A. the fucking K
I'm blasting, some ass in
My niggas check me, I'm thinking of a master plan
I'm straight up blasting gats, them fucking bastards ran
I'm steady missing all my homies who done bit the dust
Got revenge 'cause them bitches wasn't shit to us
Now what the fuck can I accomplish?
And when I'm dead
Will I find myself on God's list?
Every night I give thanks I didn't die today
Turning 'caine into crack in my microwave
We dealing 'cause we feeling that the pay's right
Hoping mamma never see me at my grave site
No daylight, play night cautiously
Could be death, or my freedom, what is costing me
Lost in G life, me wife be Mary Jane
And me streets got me strolling Blueberry Lane
Every same song sung in the south
From the mouth of a hustler
Never have I trusted a trick or a ho or a dope fiend either
'Cause they smoke like a beaver
Building dams on the river
Live a life of a G 'til the D-A-Y
Hitting switches on the freeway high
Don't reply 'cause me don't give a fuck
What you hoes got to say 'bout me Hillwood funk
'Cause my revenge
It tastes so sweet, I gotta do what my friends would do for me
You motherfuckers gotta beg
I'm asking for action
A. the fucking K
I'm blasting, some ass in
'Cause my revenge
It tastes so sweet, I gotta do what my friends would do for me
You motherfuckers gotta beg
I'm asking for action
A. the fucking K
I'm blasting, some ass in
Stop short in your tracks, gats got the place surrounded
Sounded two warning shots, fuck on up, and you'll be grounded
Pounded bodies with the butts of twelve gauges
Now her face is too straight in them fucking dog cages
Pages of my book turn like the wind blows
On the paper of a crook
Motherfuck them hoes
Him rose as a hustler
Rose as a G
Saves his flows to big eight
Now he scores half a ki
Some said in his head, he got insanity inside
But all it really be is mathematically inclined
If behind
You might find others taking over rookies
Moving cookies
They whipped in baking soda
Baby know the fucking rules
My cheese is solid as a rock
With my homies and we balling with a Glock
Tenderoni phony fraud motherfuckers
Best to get out the game 'fore you die motherfuckers
Busters trust us, but us hustlers trust no one
You can sure run with no gun
That be a nigga slogan
So roll on the sweets
Chug-a-lug on the eight ball
And see where this motherfucking life is gon' take y'all
The makers may fall
'Cause my revenge
It tastes so sweet, I gotta do what my friends would do for me
You motherfuckers gotta beg
I'm asking for action
A. the fucking K
I'm blasting, some ass in
'Cause my revenge
It tastes so sweet, I gotta do what my friends would do for me
You motherfuckers gotta beg
I'm asking for action
A. the fucking K
I'm blasting, some ass in
