Retaliation
(专辑: The Seventh Deadly Sin - 1999)
[Intro: Ice-T] Every year the
same shit happens More fucking funerals, dead homies Niggas out here killing each other I
don't know why And when it happens to you just can't turn the
other fucking 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 waiting on a
combat call Drinking hard liquor, smoking 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 oiling up the
Heckler & Gotch I
gots no love, for them busters, who put the
work in I
can still see my fucking boys' body jerking 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 nothing 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
fucking 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
motherfucking liar ("I'm letting off until my arms tired" [cut and scratched]) Retaliation [Ice-T] Been packing 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 fucking hit that day Or maybe you di, you're dying anyway And not just you, some of your family To tell you the
truth any fucking 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 breathing hard, living on your last day Or maybe, you're laughing, thinking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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
motherfucking liar ("I'm letting off until my arms tired" [cut and scratched]) Retaliation ("Letting off until my arms tired" [cut and scratched])