Retaliation, Revenge, and Get Back Lyrics
| Song | Retaliation, Revenge, and Get Back |
| Artist | Daz Dillinger |
| Album | Retaliation, Revenge and Get Back |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dillinger | |
| (Daz talking) | |
| I want them 20 dollar pores bwoy, | |
| Get your sharp sticks! | |
| We're going to la la land | |
| (hahaha)we're going to the moon | |
| We're going to serve these motherfuckers tonight | |
| Boy you got your shit? | |
| Bitch Ass Nigga! | |
| You want static!? | |
| Yo! Go get the homeboys! | |
| We got a meeting at the park, don't be late! | |
| They say the streets ain't safe no more | |
| For us youngsters, | |
| Take the chance to achieve and live the life of a busta | |
| Gather up all the matter, yeah, we multiply | |
| Many hood stories told, we analyze | |
| See we bang for this colour and only this colour | |
| Kill any colour, that ain't our colour | |
| Get it in your head what's done what's done said | |
| Embalmed on the wall for all my homies that's dead | |
| I can't forget you homie | |
| Drinkin and smoking because I'm lonely | |
| Blastin all these motherfuckers cause they phony | |
| My heart flooded with anger | |
| Deep inside, but who cares | |
| Life is dead, we banging like soldiers | |
| So beware if you scared | |
| Then we torture the ???? | |
| For what the fuck you done done | |
| Jump across these niggas so now the war is on | |
| We rob, strapped busting until they all drop | |
| Shit, we actually blowing your bitch ass off the block | |
| So keep your glock clocked sucker! | |
| For when I come through | |
| Dump around something now your homies is nothing | |
| 20 seconds til death, | |
| Weed, alcohol on my breath | |
| You looking for your fucking homies | |
| Ain't none left! | |
| Hangin out with my niggas, real street niggas | |
| They hearts is cold hear, bust them triggers | |
| Taping flicks, pictures, modifying the street life | |
| Drinking liquer, shermed out, high as a kite | |
| Intoxication, ain't feeling that you can feel | |
| When the cops drive by suddenly | |
| And they was out to kill | |
| (Daz talking) | |
| Yeah, tell your homeboy that! | |
| Dead on sight! | |
| Everytime we see y'all bitch ass | |
| Now I'm shot! | |
| Barely made it! | |
| Killed four of my homies, it's gang-related | |
| Now what's next for us, we load up | |
| But keep adjust my set to murder, so what the fuck! | |
| (Daz talking) | |
| Yeah, when I get wet, they're ain't nothing I won't do | |
| So intoxicate your mind to something new | |
| Always remeber | |
| Revenge, retaliation, murder, get back | |
| I'm in the world on my own | |
| I will roam I gotta stay strong | |
| My motto "You fuck with us, you fucking get domed" | |
| Two days later niggas come back and sprayed us | |
| Retaliation and get back this time just to face it | |
| We five cars deep, we jet out as we creep | |
| Blowing niggas ???? hollering East side! Long Beach!! | |
| My feud ain't with them other niggas! | |
| It's with you | |
| Got a gauge to your head nigga what you goin do? | |
| Handle my business, for the cops come and get to snitching | |
| Reaching to our destination so we can kick it | |
| Nobody knows and we won't get caught | |
| Continue stacking paper, moving cavi on the block | |
| I thought you knew! But now you know! | |
| Don't ever ever come around no more! | |
| And why's that? And why not? | |
| Cause it's my money and I mash for my block! | |
| (yelling and swearing) | |
| The gang! Daz Dillenger! | |
| Taking all y'all bitch ass niggas the fuck out! | |
| You better watch out! | |
| Cuz here we come, come, | |
| We goin getcha getcha | |
| We going getch getcha | |
| We going getch getcha | |
| We ain't finshed finished | |
| We goin getcha getcha | |
| We going getch getcha | |
| We going getch getcha | |
| Before the automatic hitsya hitsya | |
| We goin getcha getcha | |
| We going getch getcha | |
| We going getch getcha |
| zuo ci : Dillinger | |
| Daz talking | |
| I want them 20 dollar pores bwoy, | |
| Get your sharp sticks! | |
| We' re going to la la land | |
| hahaha we' re going to the moon | |
| We' re going to serve these motherfuckers tonight | |
| Boy you got your shit? | |
| Bitch Ass Nigga! | |
| You want static!? | |
| Yo! Go get the homeboys! | |
| We got a meeting at the park, don' t be late! | |
| They say the streets ain' t safe no more | |
| For us youngsters, | |
| Take the chance to achieve and live the life of a busta | |
| Gather up all the matter, yeah, we multiply | |
| Many hood stories told, we analyze | |
| See we bang for this colour and only this colour | |
| Kill any colour, that ain' t our colour | |
| Get it in your head what' s done what' s done said | |
| Embalmed on the wall for all my homies that' s dead | |
| I can' t forget you homie | |
| Drinkin and smoking because I' m lonely | |
| Blastin all these motherfuckers cause they phony | |
| My heart flooded with anger | |
| Deep inside, but who cares | |
| Life is dead, we banging like soldiers | |
| So beware if you scared | |
| Then we torture the nbsp???? | |
| For what the fuck you done done | |
| Jump across these niggas so now the war is on | |
| We rob, strapped busting until they all drop | |
| Shit, we actually blowing your bitch ass off the block | |
| So keep your glock clocked sucker! | |
| For when I come through | |
| Dump around something now your homies is nothing | |
| 20 seconds til death, | |
| Weed, alcohol on my breath | |
| You looking for your fucking homies | |
| Ain' t none left! | |
| Hangin out with my niggas, real street niggas | |
| They hearts is cold hear, bust them triggers | |
| Taping flicks, pictures, modifying the street life | |
| Drinking liquer, shermed out, high as a kite | |
| Intoxication, ain' t feeling that you can feel | |
| When the cops drive by suddenly | |
| And they was out to kill | |
| Daz talking | |
| Yeah, tell your homeboy that! | |
| Dead on sight! | |
| Everytime we see y' all bitch ass | |
| Now I' m shot! | |
| Barely made it! | |
| Killed four of my homies, it' s gangrelated | |
| Now what' s next for us, we load up | |
| But keep adjust my set to murder, so what the fuck! | |
| Daz talking | |
| Yeah, when I get wet, they' re ain' t nothing I won' t do | |
| So intoxicate your mind to something new | |
| Always remeber | |
| Revenge, retaliation, murder, get back | |
| I' m in the world on my own | |
| I will roam I gotta stay strong | |
| My motto " You fuck with us, you fucking get domed" | |
| Two days later niggas come back and sprayed us | |
| Retaliation and get back this time just to face it | |
| We five cars deep, we jet out as we creep | |
| Blowing niggas nbsp???? hollering East side! Long Beach!! | |
| My feud ain' t with them other niggas! | |
| It' s with you | |
| Got a gauge to your head nigga what you goin do? | |
| Handle my business, for the cops come and get to snitching | |
| Reaching to our destination so we can kick it | |
| Nobody knows and we won' t get caught | |
| Continue stacking paper, moving cavi on the block | |
| I thought you knew! But now you know! | |
| Don' t ever ever come around no more! | |
| And why' s that? And why not? | |
| Cause it' s my money and I mash for my block! | |
| yelling and swearing | |
| The gang! Daz Dillenger! | |
| Taking all y' all bitch ass niggas the fuck out! | |
| You better watch out! | |
| Cuz here we come, come, | |
| We goin getcha getcha | |
| We going getch getcha | |
| We going getch getcha | |
| We ain' t finshed finished | |
| We goin getcha getcha | |
| We going getch getcha | |
| We going getch getcha | |
| Before the automatic hitsya hitsya | |
| We goin getcha getcha | |
| We going getch getcha | |
| We going getch getcha |
| zuò cí : Dillinger | |
| Daz talking | |
| I want them 20 dollar pores bwoy, | |
| Get your sharp sticks! | |
| We' re going to la la land | |
| hahaha we' re going to the moon | |
| We' re going to serve these motherfuckers tonight | |
| Boy you got your shit? | |
| Bitch Ass Nigga! | |
| You want static!? | |
| Yo! Go get the homeboys! | |
| We got a meeting at the park, don' t be late! | |
| They say the streets ain' t safe no more | |
| For us youngsters, | |
| Take the chance to achieve and live the life of a busta | |
| Gather up all the matter, yeah, we multiply | |
| Many hood stories told, we analyze | |
| See we bang for this colour and only this colour | |
| Kill any colour, that ain' t our colour | |
| Get it in your head what' s done what' s done said | |
| Embalmed on the wall for all my homies that' s dead | |
| I can' t forget you homie | |
| Drinkin and smoking because I' m lonely | |
| Blastin all these motherfuckers cause they phony | |
| My heart flooded with anger | |
| Deep inside, but who cares | |
| Life is dead, we banging like soldiers | |
| So beware if you scared | |
| Then we torture the nbsp???? | |
| For what the fuck you done done | |
| Jump across these niggas so now the war is on | |
| We rob, strapped busting until they all drop | |
| Shit, we actually blowing your bitch ass off the block | |
| So keep your glock clocked sucker! | |
| For when I come through | |
| Dump around something now your homies is nothing | |
| 20 seconds til death, | |
| Weed, alcohol on my breath | |
| You looking for your fucking homies | |
| Ain' t none left! | |
| Hangin out with my niggas, real street niggas | |
| They hearts is cold hear, bust them triggers | |
| Taping flicks, pictures, modifying the street life | |
| Drinking liquer, shermed out, high as a kite | |
| Intoxication, ain' t feeling that you can feel | |
| When the cops drive by suddenly | |
| And they was out to kill | |
| Daz talking | |
| Yeah, tell your homeboy that! | |
| Dead on sight! | |
| Everytime we see y' all bitch ass | |
| Now I' m shot! | |
| Barely made it! | |
| Killed four of my homies, it' s gangrelated | |
| Now what' s next for us, we load up | |
| But keep adjust my set to murder, so what the fuck! | |
| Daz talking | |
| Yeah, when I get wet, they' re ain' t nothing I won' t do | |
| So intoxicate your mind to something new | |
| Always remeber | |
| Revenge, retaliation, murder, get back | |
| I' m in the world on my own | |
| I will roam I gotta stay strong | |
| My motto " You fuck with us, you fucking get domed" | |
| Two days later niggas come back and sprayed us | |
| Retaliation and get back this time just to face it | |
| We five cars deep, we jet out as we creep | |
| Blowing niggas nbsp???? hollering East side! Long Beach!! | |
| My feud ain' t with them other niggas! | |
| It' s with you | |
| Got a gauge to your head nigga what you goin do? | |
| Handle my business, for the cops come and get to snitching | |
| Reaching to our destination so we can kick it | |
| Nobody knows and we won' t get caught | |
| Continue stacking paper, moving cavi on the block | |
| I thought you knew! But now you know! | |
| Don' t ever ever come around no more! | |
| And why' s that? And why not? | |
| Cause it' s my money and I mash for my block! | |
| yelling and swearing | |
| The gang! Daz Dillenger! | |
| Taking all y' all bitch ass niggas the fuck out! | |
| You better watch out! | |
| Cuz here we come, come, | |
| We goin getcha getcha | |
| We going getch getcha | |
| We going getch getcha | |
| We ain' t finshed finished | |
| We goin getcha getcha | |
| We going getch getcha | |
| We going getch getcha | |
| Before the automatic hitsya hitsya | |
| We goin getcha getcha | |
| We going getch getcha | |
| We going getch getcha |
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