South Park - Revenge - Sözleri

First Verse:



My homie called me in the morning from a hospital bed



He got holes in his body from a glock full of lead



He said, three motherfuckers that his lady knows



Tried to jack his ass for his 84's



Now in a Ben Taub sick bed, my homie lays up



He got sprayed up, 'cause he wouldn't raise



Caught three of the seven of the shots that rang



Them folks sayin' that he'd never walk the same



It sounds like a job for the uzi gat



And where the fuck did your bitch say these fools be at?



For a real long time, we been the best of friends



And I'll be damned if a nigga don't get revenge



I feel anger, that I'm no stranger to



Bustin' slugs in they guts just a thang to do



Why they pray for you, come and spray they crew



Got 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 bone



Now will it be the cranium or the chest plate?



Necks break back, snap, put him in checkmate



Lead take me to vengeance, send this



Ripping through tendons I end this



Because you bleed inside and it hurts to cough



I can't take no advice I gots to break them off



Chorus:



'cause 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 asses



'cause 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 asses



Second Verse:



My niggas check me, I'm thinkin' of a master plan



I'm straight up blastin' glocks, them fuckin' bastards ran



I'm steady missin' all my homies that done bit the dust



Got revenge 'cause them bitches wasn't shit to us



Now 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 today



Turnin' cane into crack and my mic away



We dealin' 'cause we feelin' that the, pay's right



Hopin' Mama never see me at my, grave site



No daylight, play night cautiously



Could be death, or my freedom what it's costin' me



Lost in dear life my wife be that Mary Jane



And my streets got me strollin' blueberry Lane



Very same song sung in the South



From the mouth of a hustler, never have I trusted a



Trick or a hoe or a dope fiend either



'cause they smoke like a beaver buildin' dams on the river



Live a, life of a "G' til' the d - a - y



Hittin' switches on the freeway high



Don't reply 'cause me don't give a fuck



What you hoes got to say about me Hillwood funk



Chorus



Third Verse:



Stop short in your tracks



Gats got the place surrounded



Sounded two warning shots, fuck on up and you'll be grounded



Pounded bodies with a bunch of twelve gauges



Now her face is too straight in the fuckin' dog cages



Pages of my book, turn like the wind blows



On the paper of a crook, muthafuck them hoes



Hittin' flows as a hustler, rose as a "G"



Saves his flows to big 8, now he scores half a ki



Some say in his head he got insanity inside



But all it really be is mathematically inclined



Look behind, you might find others takin' over



Rookies movin' cookies, they whipped in baking soda



Baby learn the fuckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A ROCK



With my homies and we BALLIN' WITH A GLOCK



Tenderoni phony fraud motherfuckers



Best to get out the game, 'fore you die motherfuckers



Bustas trust us, but us hustlas trust no one



You can sure run with no gun



That be a nigga slow guns



So roll one of them sweets



Chug-a-lug on the eightball



And see where this motherfuckin life is gonna take y'all



And haters might fall



Chorus














		
			



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