South Park Mexican - Revenge lyrics

[South Park Mexican] (Verse 1) 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 motherf**ers that his lady knows Tried to jack his a** for his 84's Now in a Ben Taub sick bed My n***a lays up He got sprayed up Cause he wouldn't raise Caught three out of seven of the shots that rang Them folks sayin' that he'd never walk the same It sounds like a job for the uzi gat And where the f** did your b**h say these fools be at For a real long time, we been the best of friends And I'll be damned if a n***a don't Get revenge I feel anger That I'm no stranger to Bustin' slugs in they guts, just a thang to do Why they pray for you Come and spray they crew I got Love for my homies, I thought you knew He said "Los, don't sweat it, let this sh** Alone" But with these punk motherf**ers, 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 Chorus: South Park Mexican Cause my revenge It tastes so sweet, I gotta do What my friends Would do for me You motherf**ers gotta Beg I'm askin' for action A. the f**in' K I'm blastin', some a** in Repeat Chorus (Verse 2) My n***as check me, I'm thinking of a master plan I'm straight up blastin' gats, them f**in' ba*tards ran I'm steady missin' all my homies who done bit The dust Got revenge cause them b**hes wasn't sh** To us Now what the f** 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, turnin' 'caine Into crack, and my mic away We dealin' cause we Feelin' that the Pay's right, hopin' momma never See me at my Grave site No daylight, play night cautiously Could be d**h, or my freedom, what is costin' me Lost in jail life, my wife be that Mary Jane And me streets got me strollin' Blueberry Lane Very 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, buildin' dams on the river Live a Life of a G til the D-A-Y Hittin' switches on the freeway high Don't reply cause me don't give a f** What you hoes got to say 'bout me Hillwood funk Repeat Chorus Twice (Verse 3) Stop short in your tracks, gats got the place surrounded Sounded two Warning shots, f** on up, and you'll be grounded Pounded bodies with a bunch of twelve gauges Now her face is too straight In them f**in' dog cages Pages of my book Turn like the wind blows On the paper of a crook Motherf**, 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 takin' over Rookies movin' cookies, they whipped in baking soda Baby know the f**in' rules My cheese Is SOLID AS A ROCK With my homies and we BALLIN' WITH A GLOCK Tenderoni phony fraud motherf**ers Best to get out the game 'Fore you die motherf**ers Busters trust us, but us hustlers trust No one You can sure run with no gun, that be a n***a slow guns So roll on the sweets Chug-a-lug on the eightball And see Where this motherf**in' life is gon' take y'all The makers may Fall Repeat Chorus Twice