First Verse: [Juvenile]. Scraped my elbow jumpin' the fence. Creepin' through the grass camoflauged lookin' for them. Cowards non-believers contradictors I'm comin' to get ya. You try to frame me without the picture. Shit I'm obligated to be a Juvenile for life. It don't change robbin' shit in this game. I know you heard about that 7th ward 9th and the rest. But who's down to knock a head off and wear a vest?. Take a flight through that Nolia and then see who represent. Not with them thugs ridin' wearin' them black reebok tennis. Niggas fifteen sixteen seventeen. Slangin' iron from that Josephine through that Melphanine. And would do almost anything to prove himself relentless. Like a murder job and forgettin' the consequences. Hustlin' through the brick walls avoidin' the feds. Pushin' the dope steady duckin' blue eyes and curly heads. And he got caught and then start runnin' with yo peers. Got swole and been home and now you back out chea. And that boyd that cha shot brothas hangin' on the block. You don't know him but he know ya look you bout to get got. BOW!!!!!! Laid out in cold blood on the Ave.. Here comes the paramedics media and crime lab. Understand this is all he know and it's all he see. Which is why they known to be a Juvenile just like me. Would'ja see that my words were a little bit cold a little bit trife. Down with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa life. Chorus: [Ms. Tee]. Niggas.......they comin' to get'cha. You betta watch ya back before they muthafuckin' split cha (3x). Second Verse: [B.G.]. Ain't that cold? I heard a nigga downed my nigga. My partna just paged me and say they found my nigga. It's a bust back thang can't be no hoes. I got a hundred rounds plus for my Calico. Fa sho we get's busy and leave that ass fonky. Full of that monkey and we don't to act a donkey. I'ma go get in my all black fit when I come just sit. Cuz if ya sit cha hit if ya split cha split. If you die you die. Take it ten for one wave bye-bye wave bye-bye. You done took mine I'ma take yearn. This is what'cha earn chopper bullets burn. S.K. trigga clicker the blunt-smoker lighter flipper. Paper chaser for six figures bout my issue. I'm get to split cha get cha if you in my way. I'ma deal wit'cha muthafucka take a picture. I'll wax that ass then tax on my yay. Today if play I lay with the A.K.. To spray and lay down the snaps I get down. Niggas can't touch what me and Bun puttin' down. Now down and pump round and distribute kees. You sleep six feet I tear down the whole street. Wear down the family they grieve because ya flat. Bust ya head up leave ya deader yo blood redder. I done fucked ya set down nigga hut. Nigga what keep ya mouth shut retalitation is a must. Chorus. Third Verse: [Bun B]. Dead ass nigga don't fail no yellin' hit the door it never fail. Shippin' his ass off to Hell still the killas left behind him. Can't find him cuz the nine flatlined him. Now Mister murda master for the lastin'. Niggas tryed to swerve it past her turned into a nervous bastard. The blaster the Cash Money clique'll shoot em up. And me all we had to do was boot em up. He got the buck now who the fuck want it?. I can't see it happen clips be clappin'. Cappin' you til' you see through Bitch go ask B3 too how we do. Cuz me you to one equals people. Retaliation also known as the sequel. It's X-rated cuz the clique's made ten and now you throw the bitch. Like I got no fuckin' sense and I don't so take that. A dead ass nigga can't talk wave or blink back. Click! Snapshot to me your rap's not. That hot like a fat rock off a crack spot. In the back got a stable. That's able to crack a bitch with a conference table. Then choke her wit a jumper cable. A Chiefer that stay reefer mo blunted. One time a hoed stunted. We beat that bitch and right now no more frontin'. Niggas actin' all shitty gettin' no pity. Cuz my niggas actin' pretty showin' many from our city. Retalitation nigga. Chorus.