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   'cause 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 'cause 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   'cause me, you to one equals people,    Retaliation also known as the sequel   It's X-rated, 'cause 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   'cause my niggas actin' pretty showin' many from our city   Retalitation nigga      Chorus