Music Video

BG - Chopper City: 06 Retaliation (Ft. Juvenile, Ms. Tee, Bun B)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
B.G.
B.G.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B.G.
B.G.
Composer
Juvenile
Juvenile
Composer
Bun B
Bun B
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mannie Fresh
Mannie Fresh
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Scraped my elbow jumpin' the fence
Creepin' through the grass, camouflaged, 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 Nola and then see who represent
Not with them thugs ridin', wearin' them black Reebok tennis
**** 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 your peers
Got whole and been home and now you back out ya
And the boy that you shot, brothers hangin' on the block
You don't know him but he know you, look, you 'bout the get got
Bow, laid out in cold blood on the Ave
Here comes the paramedics media and crime lab
Understand this is all her know it's all he see
Which is why they known to be a juvenile just like me
Would you see that my words were a little bit cold, a little bit trife?
Down with Tec Mafia, Juvenile for life
[Verse 2]
****, they comin' to get you
You better watch your back, better, better watch your back
****, ****
They comin' to get you, they comin' to get you
****
You better watch your back, better, better watch your back
[Verse 3]
Ain't that cold? I heard a ****, downed my ****
My partner just paged me and say they found my ****
It's a bust back thin, can't be no hoes
I got a hundred rounds plus for my Calico
For sure, we get busy and leave that ass funky
Full of that monkey or it's time to act a donkey
I'ma go get in my all black fit
When I come just sit, 'cause if you sit you hit
If you split, you 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 you earn, chopper bullets burn
SK trigger clicker, the blunt smoker lighter flipper
Paper chaser for six figures 'bout my issue
I'm get to split you, get you if you in my way
I'ma deal with you, motherfucker, take a picture
I'll wax that ass then tax on my yay
Today if play I lay with the AK
To spray and lay down, the snaps I get down
**** can't touch what me and Bun puttin' down
A clown would come round and distribute key
You sleep six feet, I tear down the whole street
Wear down the family, they grieve because you're flat
Bust your head up, leave your deader, your blood redder
I done fucker your, set down, **** hut
****, what keep your mouth shut, retaliation is a must
[Verse 4]
****, they comin' to get you
You better watch your back, better, better watch your back
****
They comin' to get you, they comin' to get you
****
You better watch your back, better, better watch your back
[Verse 5]
Dead ass **** don't fail, he don't spin, no hell
He don't fail, no yell on the scale, he never fail
Shippin his ass off to Hell, still the killers left behind him
Can't find him 'cause  the nine flatlined him
Now mister, murder master for the lastin'
**** tried 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
[Verse 6]
He got the buck, now who the fuck want it? I can't see it happen
Clips be clappin', cappin' you till 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 **** 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, git a stable that's able to crack a bitch
With a conference table, then choke her with a jumper cable
A chiefer that stay reefer more blunted
One rime a hoe stunted, we beat that bitch, she never no more frontin'
**** actin' all shitty, gettin' no pity
'Cause my **** actin' pretty, showin' many from our city
Retaliation, ****
[Verse 7]
****, they comin' to get you
You better watch your back, better, better watch your back
****
They comin' to get you, they comin' to get you
They comin' to get you
****, they comin' to get you
They comin' to get you
Written by: B.G., Bun B, Juvenile
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