Bun B - Retaliation (feat. B.G & Juvenile) lyrics

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Bun B - Retaliation (feat. B.G & Juvenile) lyrics

Hold up, Mddl Fngz up p**y Ass n***as Down n***a Htown texas stand up Southwest, sunnyside, PA we up in here baby Holla, know'm talking bout (Bun B) Say, n***a u can't run, n***a u can't hide Know that we got guns, know that we gon' ride Blow out your insides and leave you to rot Cause when we give it to u b**h we give u all that we've got Now all it takes is one shot to put your a** in a ditch But you gon' get the other 49 for bein' a b**h Go to war with the big men when it makes no sense to Repercussions get extreme when we ride against you Ain't no movie, your baby mama, teachers and your kids Everybody finna get it for the sh** that u did So when I get to your crib, better come out swingin Cause the devil ain't even ready for this hell I'm bringin We don't want no dope We don't want no cash We don't want no excuses We just want your a** So when that front door crash, and u see them soldiers When that gun go blast, don't say Bun didn't told ya (Chorus 2x) If I I pull it out my pocket, be the first one to bust We ain't playin wit u hoes Retaliation is a must First n***a make a move, first n***a hit the dutch (Mddl Fngz) Yeahh, now I stand on my two feet One playa, two heats 20 shot, hollow heads, b**h give me the loose leaf f** beef I got a K for n***as In spots the law won't find u for days my n***as Southside young playa full of plots and scams Show ya how to get cha overs up and lock the grams Boys know me in the hood, but not for rappin' Back street trappin', front line, ya boys a captain First n***a to shot, I ain't tryna talk Bring the heat to the hospital and finish u off No life is a come up, when I'm rollin with my gun up Don't get ya b**h gun, but n***a what u want, what? And ain't sh** to get ya family touched Catch auntie on the bus, and pop her a** like a clutch n***a I'm in the game cause I love the rush Love to bust This fans money never enough n***a (Chorus 2x) (Mddl Fngz) 45 in the rova, the k is on my shoulder Pop your b**h a**, then I go and smoke it over n***as gettin' older, but thugs is comin younger So just in case u wonder, I keep a (?) up under Cause n***a u a blunder Got rock by the thunder Cryin to Bun, but he the reason that we done ya Gave us the word, said we keep the bird Leavin is for nerds, I put your brain on the curb, f**a Pull ya piece n***a, and watch ya rest it Come to this clip game, b**h I'm the best in it The white flag u wavin, now it's on b**h please All your love ones houses lookin like swiss cheese Tried to let your a** make it, but your a** act a fool Now the HK, the AK and the AR is the tools All your homeboys gone and them hoes won't help So tell ya mom and your sister break out the black dress (Chorus 2x)

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