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letra de retaliation - nogood loso

[intro: movie]
cause there ain’t gonna be no k!lling without you, with all do respect, definitely not gonna be no k!lling 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-gg-, ain’t n-body safe
ain’t no letting up, a plat pressure, you hear me, let’s get it

[verse]
a b-tch ain’t good for shit unless she bringing in the money
or unless it’s a ménage, and she bringing in a buddy
and my n-gg-s stay on dummy out here squeezing h-lla 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-gg- under surface like them teenage mutant turtles
i ain’t lying, f-ck fighting, we gon’ fry ’em like some church’s
wanna f-ck me for a jersey, my team putting points up
on probation, n-gg-s 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 drugs up
n-gg-s sleeping on me, guess it’s time to wake they -ss up
any n-gg- with cash up, tell em step they -ss up
i’ma rip they -ss up and zip the f-cking bag up
he holdin’ like he say he is, i’ma hit his stash up
b-tch n-gg-s actin’ tough, but they really pussy though
soft n-gg-s 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 pussy think he p-ssing out
we changing n-gg-s lives, make him wanna take the catholic route
talk about them k!llers, if it’s war we let them guns blow
f-ck 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-ck and go
on another note, don’t trust me, i’m about to steal some things
pop yo -ss to sleep, like a baby, b-tch i won’t feel a thing
fake n-gg-s, i expose those, bring ’em outchea
we ridin’ round through n-gg-s hoods just tryna see who outchea
cause n-gg-s never out here, i swear i’m tired of f-cking lames
i’m tired of playing games, my hot heads a send him up in flames
b-tches 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-gg-s claiming savage and you scared to put in work
n-gg-s 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-gg-s bust poles up, all yo n-gg-s 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 p-ss-es 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-gg-s ain’t really out here putting that work in, man. n-gg-s ain’t doing what they say they is, man. n-gg-s say they out here, the f-ck is out here? we really out here, man, i don’t really see you n-gg-s out here, man. all that, shit

- nogood loso

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