Masta k**a - Revenge Is Sweet (Brown Tape) lyrics

[Intro: Sample] You asked me to secure a place for you in history History is watching, waiting for a decision This is your moment [Verse 1: Ghostface k**ah] Ayo, revenge is sweet, that's why I take my time with it Like good p**y I just stay when I'm up in it Evil plan, my mind functions well off spite I don't do that tit for tat, I blow your sh** up like dynamite Take my life, I'll take every one you love Have your kids thrown out of a plane, “Look out cuz” My plots are like movie scripts, they well planned Snatch you off the land and drop you off in the Sahara sand So don't scam, don't try to double cross me My Tennessee goons'll nail that a** to the cross, B Revenge mode, I live life by the sword And if you live by it, die by it, I'll still k** your horse Set me up, coming back, like a thief in the night I'll have a suicide bomber pop up on your flight You couldn't take my life, my mask done resurrected And I'm Ghostface k**ah, way more than you expected [Interlude: RZA] Those involved with this tale cursed the day they ever heard the name Tony Starks, and wreaked the day they heard the music was played from the records which comprised of his flesh [Verse 2: Masta k**a] Yes, but what they didn't expect A hundred ghouls from the projects Armed and masked with flamethrowers and gas'll blast anything Hung him by his tongue ring, till he gave the info on how we find his kinfolk Made him sign the ransom, then gave the note to his grandson Bust the shot and made him run fast back to his family News of his discovery would set off a chain of events That would then lead to members of DeLucas to bleed with no exception They sent the wrong message so k** everything, no exception to the media There would not be a retire or cease fire till every Luca has expired, in entirety Wishes of the god, Tone Starks to eternity, respectfully [Interlude: RZA] Cutthroats, murder sprees, and k**ings were synonymous with his gangsta life before his pa**ing. So it'd only seem fitting that it would become the embodiment of his new life [Verse 3: k**a Sin] I keep having flashbacks of blasting at you ba*tards, cutting outside the benches Got convicted of the gun charge and laughed at my sentence Four years, five flat post-release supervision For n***as spitting in the wind, but that's what I get for missing So soon as I hit the bridge again, n***as is finished Ninja mode on a mission out to end your existence Think I'm sitting up in prison with a tin of L, in a cell, sick a** hell, listen Everyday is like Christmas, I miss my seed and my missus, but I see ‘em on visits I ain't stressing over p**y, beat my dick to her pictures When they free me I'mma see you, leave you food for the fishes Hope the Luca crew is in for the fixing, now get the henchman Line ‘em up, Tommy gun ‘em down, the muzzle extension Tear they flesh off if one of ‘em flinching