Lirik Lagu Revenge - South Park Mexican
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First Verse:My homie called me in the morning from a hospital bedHe got holes in his body from a glock full of leadHe said, three motherfuckers that his lady knowsTried to jack his ass for his 84'sNow in a Ben Taub sick bed, my homie lays upHe got sprayed up, cuz he wouldn't raiseCaught three of the seven of the shots that rangThem folks sayin' that he'd never walk the sameIt sounds like a job for the uzi gatAnd where the fuck did your bitch say these fools be at?For a real long time, we been the best of friendsAnd I'll be damned if a nigga don't get revengeI feel anger, that I'm no stranger toBustin' slugs in they guts just a thang to doWhy they pray for you, come and spray they crewGot love for my homies, I thought you knew?He said "Los don't sweat it, let this shit alone,"but with these punk motherfuckers I must pick a boneNow will it be the cranium or the chest plate?Necks break back, snap, put him in checkmateLead take me to vengeance, send thisRipping through tendons I end thisBecause you bleed inside and it hurts to coughI can't take no advice I gots to break them offChorus:Cuz my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do,What my friends, would do for me,You muthafuckas gotta beg,Y'all askin' for action,Eat a fuckin' K,I'm blastin' some assesCuz my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do,What my friends, would do for me,You muthafuckas gotta beg,Y'all askin' for action,Eat a fuckin' K,I'm blastin' some assesSecond Verse:My niggas check me, I'm thinkin' of a master planI'm straight up blastin' glocks, them fuckin' bastards ranI'm steady missin' all my homies that done bit the dustGot revenge cuz them bitches wasn't shit to usNow what the fuck can I accomplish?And when I'm dead, will I find myself on God's list?Every night I give, thanks I wouldn't die todayTurnin' cane into crack and my mic awayWe dealin' cuz we feelin' that the, pay's rightHopin' Mama never see me at my, grave siteNo daylight, play night cautiouslyCould be death, or my freedom what it's costin' meLost in dear life my wife be that Mary JaneAnd my streets got me strollin' blueberry LaneVery same song sung in the SouthFrom the mouth of a hustler, never have I trusted aTrick or a hoe or a dope fiend eitherCuz they smoke like a beaver buildin' dams on the riverLive a, life of a "G' til' the d - a - yHittin' switches on the freeway highDon't reply cuz me don't give a fuckWhat you hoes got to say about me Hillwood funkChorusThird Verse:Stop short in your tracksGats got the place surroundedSounded two warning shots, fuck on up and you'll be groundedPounded bodies with a bunch of twelve gaugesNow her face is too straight in the fuckin' dog cagesPages of my book, turn like the wind blowsOn the paper of a crook, muthafuck them hoesHittin' flows as a hustler, rose as a "G"Saves his flows to big 8, now he scores half a kiSome say in his head he got insanity insideBut all it really be is mathematically inclinedLook behind, you might find others takin' overRookies movin' cookies, they whipped in baking sodaBaby learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A ROCKWith my homies and we BALLIN' WITH A GLOCKTenderoni phony fraud motherfuckersBest to get out the game, 'fore you die motherfuckersBustas trust us, but us hustlas trust no oneYou can sure run with no gunThat be a nigga slow gunsSo roll one of them sweetsChug-a-lug on the eightballAnd see where this motherfuckin life is gonna take y'allAnd haters might fallChorus
