DJ L Beats - Retaliation lyrics

[Intro: Movie] Cause there ain't gonna be no k**ing without you, with all do respect, Definitely not gonna be no k**ing without you, you know, and I would like that to be clear. Matter of fact, we got Police in here, I wanted you to be here to understand what I said [Intro: NoGood Loso] Retaliation is a must n***a, ain't nobody safe Ain't no letting up, a plat pressure, you hear me, let's get it [Verse] A b**h ain't good for sh** unless she bringing in the money Or unless it's a ménage, and she bringing in a buddy And my n***as stay on dummy out here squeezing hella thirties We the reason why your homies need the police in a hurry Hitting stains, you know my team always clean up where it's dirty Shooting temp like James Worthy, at the free throw like I'm Curry Put a n***a under surface like them Teenage Mutant Turtles I ain't lying, f** fighting, we gon' fry 'em like some Church's Wanna f** me for a jersey, my team putting points up On probation, n***as hatin', still got my joint tucked Still in the field giving deals like a lunch truck Had to get my sums up, finessed and got my d** up n***as sleeping on me, guess it's time to wake they a** up Any n***a with cash up, tell em step they a** up I'ma rip they a** up and zip the f**ing bag up He holdin' like he say he is, I'ma hit his stash up b**h n***as actin' tough, but they really p**y though Soft n***as actin' hard, but they really cookie dough You sending threats, I'm sending shots, hiding out, I'm here in blocks He tried to earn a name, he got changed, hope he fit the box Posted on yo block with them heaters, yea them dragons out That nickel knock your noodle off, that forty turn a savage down Hit 'em with the Glock, make that p**y think he pa**ing out We changing n***as lives, make him wanna take the Catholic route Talk about them k**ers, if it's war we let them guns blow f** you think we totin' guns fo', you smell the gun smoke Hit his head, he ain't dead, run up on him and cut his throat No love for hoes, I love my dough, all I know is f** and go On another note, don't trust me, I'm about to steal some things Pop yo a** to sleep, like a baby, b**h I won't feel a thing Fake n***as, I expose those, bring 'em outchea We ridin' round through n***as hoods just tryna see who outchea Cause n***as never out here, I swear I'm tired of f**ing lames I'm tired of playing games, my hot heads a send him up in flames b**hes know Loso the truth, that's why they tryna bust for fame Drop got the Klux insane, begging me to dump the caine How you n***as claiming savage and you scared to put in work n***as asking too much questions, put they answers on a shirt Come through your cut like paparazzi, them cameras go to work Autopsy, feeling sorry, watch you friend go in the dirt All my n***as bust poles up, all yo n***as dump low A goofy play that tough role, goofy 'gon get turned ghost I'm a shooter baby, keep your heart, what I need love for These pussies better wake up before I pull that plug on 'em, let's get it [Outro] NoGood Loso man, OutLaw City O7C, All Well, 20-0 man, you know? n***as ain't really out here putting that work in, man. n***as ain't doing what they say they is, man. n***as say they out here, the f** is out here? We really out here, man, I don't really see you n***as out here, man. All that, sh**