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(Intro: Ice-T)
Every year the same shit happens
More fuckin` funerals, dead homies
Niggas out here killin` each other
I don`t know why
And when it happens to you
just can`t turn the other fuckin` 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 waitin` on a combat call
Drinkin` hard liquor, smokin` 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 oilin` up the Heckler & Gotch
I gots no love, for them busters, who put the work in
I can still see my fuckin` boys` body jerkin`
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 nothin` 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 fuckin` 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 motherfuckin` liar
("I`m lettin` off until my arms tired" - cut and scratched*)Retaliation
(Ice-T)
Been packin` 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 fuckin` hit that day
Or maybe you di, you`re dyin` anyway
And not just you, some of your family
To tell you the truth any fuckin` 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 breathin` hard, livin` on your last day
Or maybe, you`re laughin`, thinkin` 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 fuckin` 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 fuckin` 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 motherfuckin` liar
("I`m lettin` off until my arms tired" - *cut and scratched*)
Retaliation
("Lettin` off until my arms tired" - *cut and scratched*)
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