| They say a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush | |
| In the home of the babblin' brooks and armed crooks | |
| Cowardly hearts, just straight up cold shook | |
| Where the money get took and hoes open like a book | |
| Take a look to the center, uh | |
| The opposite of love | |
| Let them hot slugs go when it's live enough | |
| A penny saved in a penny earned | |
| How many dollars is it gon' take for a ***** just to learn? | |
| If I had a dime for every time that I heard | |
| "***** you nice." | |
| The price would be absurd | |
| But now served from the corner to the curb | |
| You hear the cops comin', warn a/Warner ***** like Kurt | |
| Hurt from the heart to the ash to the dirt | |
| Automatic rounds cascade in short bursts | |
| Then you hear cars skirt | |
| Ease off the new turf | |
| Strapped to the teeth he's out to do work | |
| This where the boogieman lurks | |
| Where things go bump in the night | |
| Invade like di-sperse | |
| The vampires out tryin' to quench a blood thirst | |
| And man it's real bad but *****t could be worse | |
| The worse with no purpose, verses | |
| Those who attend the masses in churches | |
| Regularly | |
| Who you kiddin'? You a felon to be | |
| And yeah it's hell but it's heaven to me | |
| I burn steadily | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Out for revenge again | |
| It's gettin' too tough to hold what's held in | |
| It's gettin' to rough to just smile and grin | |
| So I can't pretend | |
| Naw, I can't pretend | |
| I'm out for revenge | |
| "Please come get me" | |
| "My man" | |
| "Payback" | |
| [Verse Two] [Big Pooh] | |
| People take smiles for weakness | |
| Like I ain't tryin' to run the race the Pre'ness | |
| Like I ain't tryin' to taste the spoils the sweetness | |
| Like I ain't really in it to win | |
| I compete ***** | |
| In the spirit of competition | |
| I debut a limited edition | |
| No comparison to war but I'm on a mission | |
| I pledge allegiance, Poobie's rendition | |
| And this is my transmission | |
| Every now and then need a bang on the engine | |
| Every now and then need a jump for precision | |
| Was my decision to not speak tunes | |
| Told you, "I'm the *****t", I did not mean prunes | |
| Come in second place your reward is a Zune | |
| This is real spit, youngin', no cartoon | |
| Real life *****t, I'm familiar, I presume | |
| Yo | |
| Now, as I choose to resume | |
| The butterfly effect, I emerge from co**** | |
| People say to me and not a moment too soon | |
| ? I would have had even if that meant fumes | |
| Yo | |
| It's like a burner to a book | |
| The block to a cook | |
| Yeah, I'm cookin' up, this is not how it looks | |
| Know a little bit, certain people get shook | |
| Now *****s tryin' to read me like a book | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Out for revenge again | |
| It's gettin' too tough to hold what's held in | |
| It's gettin' to rough to just smile and grin | |
| So I can't pretend | |
| Naw, I can't pretend | |
| I'm out for revenge | |
| "Please come get me" | |
| "My man" | |
| "Payback" | |
| [Verse Three] [Median] | |
| Seven score, six years later | |
| Still catchin' hell with the law, emancipated | |
| Still slavin', ill wages, *****t's shaky | |
| Make your own way, get a tax, get a cage for them | |
| Who's raisin' them? | |
| American made | |
| Grow, gain, the American way | |
| No shame | |
| So sick of waiting | |
| Hardly no patience | |
| No break it is | |
| *****s start breakin' *****t | |
| [Phonte] | |
| *****s start takin' *****t | |
| Don't care how many cameras be tapin' *****t | |
| Run it now *****, we ain't tryin' to wait for *****t | |
| And you are sadly mistaken if | |
| You think we ever gon' rest | |
| If you ever think we never gon' step | |
| To the A.M. with the A-R's so can settle the bet | |
| No job, no crib, no life support | |
| That's a last resort, ***** what the ***** you expect? | |
| [Median] | |
| Kinda unexpected how I came ain't it? | |
| So radiant | |
| Cold Al Davis the player to go Raiders | |
| No payment, no juice like Oshea spit it | |
| Comin' for the loot from N.W.A. hits | |
| [Phonte] | |
| Comin' for your troops like snipers on some chase *****t | |
| H.O.J. *****t is what we get down for | |
| How we usually go | |
| If opportunity don't knock at my do' | |
| You best believe I gotta kick down yours | |
| Give me some Get Back | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Out for revenge again | |
| It's gettin' too tough to hold what's held in | |
| It's gettin' to rough to just smile and grin | |
| So I can't pretend | |
| Naw, I can't pretend | |
| I'm out for revenge | |
| "Please come get me" | |
| "My man" | |
| "Payback" |