Revenge - South Park Mexican
[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 motherf_ckers 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, cuz 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 f_ck did your b_tch say these fools be at?
For a real long time, we been the best of friends
And I'll be damned if a n_gga 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 sh_t alone,"
but with these punk motherf_ckers 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:]
Cuz my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do,
What my friends, would do for me,
You muthaf_ckas gotta beg,
Y'all askin' for action,
Eat a f_ckin' K,
I'm blastin' some asses
Cuz my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do,
What my friends, would do for me,
You muthaf_ckas gotta beg,
Y'all askin' for action,
Eat a f_ckin' K,
I'm blastin' some asses
[Second Verse:]
My n_ggas check me, I'm thinkin' of a master plan
I'm straight up blastin' glocks, them f_ckin' bastards ran
I'm steady missin' all my homies that done bit the dust
Got revenge cuz them b_tches wasn't sh_t to us
Now what the f_ck 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' cuz 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
Cuz 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 cuz me don't give a f_ck
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, f_ck on up and you'll be grounded
Pounded bodies with a bunch of twelve gauges
Now her face is too straight in the f_ckin' dog cages
Pages of my book, turn like the wind blows
On the paper of a crook, muthaf_ck 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 f_ckin' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A ROCK
With my homies and we BALLIN' WITH A GLOCK
Tenderoni phony fraud motherf_ckers
Best to get out the game, 'fore you die motherf_ckers
Bustas trust us, but us hustlas trust no one
You can sure run with no gun
That be a n_gga slow guns
So roll one of them sweets
Chug-a-lug on the eightball
And see where this motherf_ckin life is gonna take y'all
And haters might fall
[Chorus]
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