Verse 1: Cougnut:
n*ggas always talking that drama sh*t
That's the reason why I got that long ass thirty clip
Pushed in that ass of that Glock 17
I ain't gone miss so stop running from the beam
Coward ass n*ggas talk good but they dead
How the f*ck you gone win with that beam on your forehead
40 after 40 after 40 after six pack
Gurpin like a motherf*ckin St. Ide's maniac
Livin in the warzone sh*t is kinda f*cked up
Cell on the left on the right call me Cougnut
n*ggas wanna jack I jack when you wanna jack
You pull your gat I pull my gat plottin to straight bust back
Infrared his finger when that dome is gettin caught g
f*ckin with this I-M-P n*ggas gone die see
Call my n*gga Cell said meet me at the 'tel
Time to pack his body send him straight to hell
Rider life is serious c*ck a sweeper and I'm nothin nice
If you did it once check your nuts you can do it twice
Retaliation
Verse 2: Cellski:
On that ass as I blast with my Ruger
I don't give a f*ck and a n*gga ain't a afraid to shoot ya
Lettin off shells then we bail up in my buck'
Poppin at these n*ggas as I watch em run through they cuts
Doing much dirt on your turf as I perv
n*ggas get served with the ruggy-rug or thee Mossberg
Retaliation cuz them n*ggas tried to pop me
You thought I was going out like that g
Two n*ggas is all it take to spray up yo set
To make sure that n*ggas don't leave no finger prints
I'm up audi, then I head back to me turf
Tellin my n*ggas to strap up cuz we just did some dirt
I'm on the late night I'm rollin' wit my n*gga 'Nut
On the other side cuz my n*gga had some butt
These hoes might be some snakes so I think I brings me Glock
And plus these hoes livin right on thee dope spot
I pulled up in front of the house I seen a gang of fools
Mean muggin as we jumped out the old school
One n*gga said "where y'all from loc?"
I said "n*gga from thee land of thee gun smoke"
n*ggas start loc'ing up them n*ggas tried to rush us
Punk ass busters f*cked with the wrong motherf*ckers
I'll be back and that's on my mind
I went to the house to get the Mack
And took 'Nut to get his 9
And if I go through it's 20 years life I'm facing
But as long as a n*gga got
Retaliation
Verse 3: Baldhead Rick:
When I serve a face I grab my Swisher sweet
Then I go into a gotta retaliation on that ass tweak
Snatch my Ruger gun creepin down these San Franpsycho steets
Lookin for somebody that these hollows will wanna f*ckin meet
Hopin to see thee enemy with somebody else
Because my friends inside these clips is gonna introduce themselves
Lettin em go and watchin em drop poppity-pop-pop-pop
Now watch his ass gone off the corner from these 13
Automatic Ruger shots
Now you met the boy, kid, UNLV assassin
Retaliation was on my mind that's why I came to the hood
Just blastin
Never lived in no 'jects never get no respect
Never thought of retaliation
Shooting n*ggas in the chest with tech's
A young outcast muggin thuggin and hangin
Grabbin game and slanging 'caine and
Introduced into the world of bangin
So retaliation pure on these San Franpsycho streets
n*ggas feels from Fillmoe to HP to SD to LV
That packing a gun is oh-so-so necessary
The n*ggas will see you in the grave 6 feet deep or in the
Mortuary
That's why I got this b*tch named Mack Mary
Pull her on the ATF highway patrol watch the police be scary
Uh, I guess that's why I had to waste em
Cuz on my mind all I was thinking n*gga was
Retaliation