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    "Revenge" Lyrics


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    If it's possible I'll step in your obstacles

    Oh shit you better watch out for this
    Revenge so sweet that you might want to flip
    Ride on your enemies, bust they shit
    Throw away the pistols throw away the clips

    Big grits, big ox snatch ice at Woodstock
    Remember those kids that hold cries they runnin' fast
    Crack spillin' out they sides
    It's the Hill brothers that kill
    And raps on a blue trap water bugs nothin' but thugs
    Cops circlin', two cuts on shorty mugged
    Streets turn by the fliest of bug
    It's switch the e-shit fucker
    I take rhymes like a piss
    Eat the beats like tuna fish
    Stay focused, your camp is dead meat and drop worms
    Wu-Tang is up on it too big to back down
    Defeat never heard of I came with the crowd merger
    The super friends seek that revenge
    Bout to fuck out, you kiss girls on the mouth
    Over here all of my niggas is bout bout


    Call me straight up oak y'all niggas just plain panel
    Guns from my Ceridoor ask mic ammo
    Cross fire, bullets racashe horizontal
    Brooklyn bridge pharazano niggas know the motto
    Follow the path, knowledge the craft
    Swallow a whole bottle of math
    Since biology class
    Grand achery, bow and arrow split your grand largely
    Afro in ya heads, robin hoods drop goods in these wild lands
    A desert eagle in a child's hands
    Your style's planned, my styles blend earth, wind, fire, water
    You never know my son might fuck Mariah's daughter
    Ill visions of victory without a battle
    Breathes through tracks like cold winds towards Seattle
    Sound travels through fiber optics under gravel
    Combinating six sixty and they try to handle
    Niggas try to handle


    Yo we always had a eight on us

    Cold hands slingin' niggas gotta pay on us
    Co-froze our whole shit so you can skate on us
    Niggas don't freeze long, start to rain on us
    I'm the type tah hold the mac with one hand
    Squeez that shit till the gun jam
    Flow sickly rhyme swettin' I'm too ill
    Get blown quickly for two mills
    Ice pick ain't too real sing your nice six swing to kill
    Who runnin' with the kid that brang me the pill?
    Who runnin' with the kid I'm like stainless steel
    Frail nigga on some high and might, break your grill
    Showtime there's a joke time I poll on the box
    Poke lots of little holes in you like four little dots
    Become my doja and balloon swallow them rocks
    Shit out my profit hole by tomorrow you drop


    There's a place out there where the enemies lurk
    In the woods try to burn down mamma's church
    No love, they came to spread hate
    The angels floried inside the pearl gates
    The world got dark, a earthquake
    trembled the underneath of the feet of pedestrians
    Rain, drops fire and snowflakes
    Destroy homes that contain the mad evil
    All of God's children ran towards the ?
    For all of those who did wrong to the ?
    Their souls were cast out into the deep
    Bodies of the unholy covered the street
    And all of God's creatures ate them like meat
    Oh father have mercy on the weak
    The ones that can't see and the ones that can't speak
    The ones in the projects smokin' that leaf
    Who lived through slavery, families got beat
    Bit by the dogs, shot by the police
    Screaming for justice, screaming for peace
    Brothers behind bars fighting with the beast
    Third world countries plus the Mid East
    We all gon die if the battles don't cease

    [Chorus: x4]
    This song was submitted on September 28th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Charles Strouse, Lee Adams.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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