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[Intro: Ice-T]

Every year the same shit happens

More fuckin` funerals, dead homies

Niggas out here killin` each other

I don`t know why

And when it happens to you

just can`t turn the other fuckin` cheek

Gotta get back for your dead niggas

Yeah I`m caught up to



[Ice-T]

Sometimes I sit and wonder

how many motherfuckers gonna die this summer

Gunshots from the hummer

Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead across your beds

They said: "Mama, less you wouldn`t strike back"

mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell

They started it, there`s no way to mend it, we`ll end it

My crew`ll hit the matresses, G.O.D.

Father style - all prepared to get buckwild

Half my niggas ball, other half ain`t got it all

They stay up at nights waitin` on a combat call

Drinkin` hard liquor, smokin` mad loop and shit

So high, sometimes I even gotta load they clips

I ain`t mad at them though, they dumps the ammo

in you, suspend you in here, hell yeah

It`s the time that the real niggas live for retaliation

Move on `em, show, improve on `em

All you punk bitches just stand back and watch

Me, I`m oilin` up the Heckler & Gotch

I gots no love, for them busters, who put the work in

I can still see my fuckin` boys` body jerkin`

I ran over to him, put my hand on his chest

Hole like an apple in the side of his neck

His eyes glanced up, his body jerked once more

There`s nothin` else to do but to go to war

Slide the hollow-tips in the chrome four-four

Roll down the windows, hang the heat out the door

Catch all the fuckin` bodies that I can tonight

Double-back on your bitch crew, broad daylight



[Chorus: Ice-T]

There`s no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets

Grab your guns, buck `em off, when ya hit your leak

Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend?

Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend?

If I said "peace", I`ll be a motherfuckin` liar

("I`m lettin` off until my arms tired" - [cut and scratched]) Retaliation



[Ice-T]

Been packin` straps so long I gots some permanent bruise in my leg

Better that than dead

Now it`s time to show you what I`m trained for in this

Rally up the wolfpack-attack relentless

Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck with

Now it`s on bitches, guys are darker than shit

You musta not a known when you fuckin` hit that day

Or maybe you di, you`re dyin` anyway

And not just you, some of your family

To tell you the truth any fuckin` body we see

You might just wanna turn yourself into me

To save your hood pain of my crews` treachery

You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya live

We got your place ran up to a cop on the tick

We`ll hit your block so hard, you`ll swear it was an earthquake

Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your whole crib shake

I know you`re breathin` hard, livin` on your last day

Or maybe, you`re laughin`, thinkin` that you got away

I don`t give a fuck, I won`t sleep

Till one of us lays me and my nigga

That`s the fear of these triggers

If ya smart, ya probably make a break out of state

We`ll just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin` bitch and wait

I`ll catch ya down South, lay your ass out straight

There`s no where to run, it`s time to meet your make

You got one chance, arm your whole damn crew

I couldn`t stop my fuckin` niggas if I wanted to



[Chorus: Ice-T]

There`s no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets

Grab your guns, buck `em off, when ya hit your leak

Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend?

Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend?

If I said "peace", I`ll be a motherfuckin` liar

("I`m lettin` off until my arms tired" - [cut and scratched])

Retaliation



("Lettin` off until my arms tired" - [cut and scratched])

[Intro: Ice-T]

Every year the same shit happens

More fuckin` funerals, dead homies

Niggas out here killin` each other

I don`t know why

And when it happens to you

just can`t turn the other fuckin` cheek

Gotta get back for your dead niggas

Yeah I`m caught up to



[Ice-T]

Sometimes I sit and wonder

how many motherfuckers gonna die this summer

Gunshots from the hummer

Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead across your beds

They said: "Mama, less you wouldn`t strike back"

mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell

They started it, there`s no way to mend it, we`ll end it

My crew`ll hit the matresses, G.O.D.

Father style - all prepared to get buckwild

Half my niggas ball, other half ain`t got it all

They stay up at nights waitin` on a combat call

Drinkin` hard liquor, smokin` mad loop and shit

So high, sometimes I even gotta load they clips

I ain`t mad at them though, they dumps the ammo

in you, suspend you in here, hell yeah

It`s the time that the real niggas live for retaliation

Move on `em, show, improve on `em

All you punk bitches just stand back and watch

Me, I`m oilin` up the Heckler & Gotch

I gots no love, for them busters, who put the work in

I can still see my fuckin` boys` body jerkin`

I ran over to him, put my hand on his chest

Hole like an apple in the side of his neck

His eyes glanced up, his body jerked once more

There`s nothin` else to do but to go to war

Slide the hollow-tips in the chrome four-four

Roll down the windows, hang the heat out the door

Catch all the fuckin` bodies that I can tonight

Double-back on your bitch crew, broad daylight



[Chorus: Ice-T]

There`s no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets

Grab your guns, buck `em off, when ya hit your leak

Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend?

Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend?

If I said "peace", I`ll be a motherfuckin` liar

("I`m lettin` off until my arms tired" - [cut and scratched]) Retaliation



[Ice-T]

Been packin` straps so long I gots some permanent bruise in my leg

Better that than dead

Now it`s time to show you what I`m trained for in this

Rally up the wolfpack-attack relentless

Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck with

Now it`s on bitches, guys are darker than shit

You musta not a known when you fuckin` hit that day

Or maybe you di, you`re dyin` anyway

And not just you, some of your family

To tell you the truth any fuckin` body we see

You might just wanna turn yourself into me

To save your hood pain of my crews` treachery

You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya live

We got your place ran up to a cop on the tick

We`ll hit your block so hard, you`ll swear it was an earthquake

Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your whole crib shake

I know you`re breathin` hard, livin` on your last day

Or maybe, you`re laughin`, thinkin` that you got away

I don`t give a fuck, I won`t sleep

Till one of us lays me and my nigga

That`s the fear of these triggers

If ya smart, ya probably make a break out of state

We`ll just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin` bitch and wait

I`ll catch ya down South, lay your ass out straight

There`s no where to run, it`s time to meet your make

You got one chance, arm your whole damn crew

I couldn`t stop my fuckin` niggas if I wanted to



[Chorus: Ice-T]

There`s no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets

Grab your guns, buck `em off, when ya hit your leak

Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend?

Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend?

If I said "peace", I`ll be a motherfuckin` liar

("I`m lettin` off until my arms tired" - [cut and scratched])

Retaliation



("Lettin` off until my arms tired" - [cut and scratched])

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