(Krayzie)
Raw, raw, raw. .
Retaliation is a must, nigga
The enemy must suffer the muthafuckin' consequences
Deadly. .
Yeah, I want all of these muthafuckas dead
I don't wanna see one muthafucka left breathin'
Kill all these muthafuckas
(Chorus)
Them niggas be killas
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period
Bloody, bloody murder. .
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period
Killa . . .
(Krayzie)
I'm thuggin off in my house out in Cleveland
Weeded, I'm sleepin', P.O.D.'ed
Dozed off, but I was awakened by the telephone ringin'
I picked it up
Hello? At first, nobody would answer me, so I said it again
Hello? Somebody starts breathin'
Not thinkin', I hung up the phone
Niggas be playin' jokes, I payed it no mind
It could've been just my fuckin' friends
Then I sat back and closed my eyes
No more than four seconds, it rung again
Hello? And why in the fuck is you playin'?
Somebody yelled out, "You die!"
Before I could even reply
Some nigga jumped right through the window buckin' a pistol
I jumped out of the chair, grabbed the bullets on the way to the stairs
Feelin' hot bullets fly over my head
Thinkin' for sure that I'm gonna be dead
Scared? Oh yeah!
So I turned around and ran out the backdoor instead
Them niggas was steadily buckin'
Whoever was dumpin', they surely did want me in the red
Continued to fled--hit a couple of fences
Thinkin' 'bout who could have did this?
Retaliation: I'll handle my business, kill 'em--as God as my witness
I called up my niggas; they ready for war
Kill 'em's the way that we even the score
If you did not come for war, what in the fuck you come here for?
Raw, raw, raw. .
Retaliation is a must, nigga
The enemy must suffer the muthafuckin' consequences
Deadly. .
Yeah, I want all of these muthafuckas dead
I don't wanna see one muthafucka left breathin'
Kill all these muthafuckas
(Chorus)
Them niggas be killas
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period
Bloody, bloody murder. .
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period
Killa . . .
(Krayzie)
I'm thuggin off in my house out in Cleveland
Weeded, I'm sleepin', P.O.D.'ed
Dozed off, but I was awakened by the telephone ringin'
I picked it up
Hello? At first, nobody would answer me, so I said it again
Hello? Somebody starts breathin'
Not thinkin', I hung up the phone
Niggas be playin' jokes, I payed it no mind
It could've been just my fuckin' friends
Then I sat back and closed my eyes
No more than four seconds, it rung again
Hello? And why in the fuck is you playin'?
Somebody yelled out, "You die!"
Before I could even reply
Some nigga jumped right through the window buckin' a pistol
I jumped out of the chair, grabbed the bullets on the way to the stairs
Feelin' hot bullets fly over my head
Thinkin' for sure that I'm gonna be dead
Scared? Oh yeah!
So I turned around and ran out the backdoor instead
Them niggas was steadily buckin'
Whoever was dumpin', they surely did want me in the red
Continued to fled--hit a couple of fences
Thinkin' 'bout who could have did this?
Retaliation: I'll handle my business, kill 'em--as God as my witness
I called up my niggas; they ready for war
Kill 'em's the way that we even the score
If you did not come for war, what in the fuck you come here for?
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