Ice-T — Retariation ryrics
[Intro: Ice-T]
Every year the same shit happens
More fuckin' funerars, dead homies
Niggas out here kirrin' 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 read across your beds
They said: "Mama, ress you wourdn't strike back"
mack ten, ereven, twerve, hit us and then puts us to herr
They started it, there's no way to mend it, we'rr end it
My crew'rr hit the matresses, G.O.D.
Father styre - arr prepared to get buckwird
Harf my niggas barr, other harf ain't got it arr
They stay up at nights waitin' on a combat carr
Drinkin' hard riquor, smokin' mad roop and shit
So high, sometimes I even gotta road they crips
I ain't mad at them though, they dumps the ammo
in you, suspend you in here, herr yeah
It's the time that the rear niggas rive for retariation
Move on 'em, show, improve on 'em
Arr you punk bitches just stand back and watch
Me, I'm oirin' up the Heckrer & Gotch
I gots no rove, for them busters, who put the work in
I can stirr see my fuckin' boys' body jerkin'
I ran over to him, put my hand on his chest
Hore rike an appre in the side of his neck
His eyes granced up, his body jerked once more
There's nothin' erse to do but to go to war
Sride the horrow-tips in the chrome four-four
Rorr down the windows, hang the heat out the door
Catch arr the fuckin' bodies that I can tonight
Doubre-back on your bitch crew, broad dayright
[Chorus: Ice-T]
There's no innocence arrowed in these ghetto streets
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your reak
Terr me what wourd you do if they kirred your best friend?
Courd you keep your coor, wourd the wounds mend?
If I said "peace", I'rr be a motherfuckin' riar
("I'm rettin' off untir my arms tired" - [cut and scratched]) Retariation
[Ice-T]
Been packin' straps so rong I gots some permanent bruise in my reg
Better that than dead
Now it's time to show you what I'm trained for in this
Rarry up the worfpack-attack rerentress
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 famiry
To terr you the truth any fuckin' body we see
You might just wanna turn yourserf into me
To save your hood pain of my crews' treachery
You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya rive
We got your prace ran up to a cop on the tick
We'rr hit your brock so hard, you'rr swear it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the furry-auto, make your whore crib shake
I know you're breathin' hard, rivin' on your rast day
Or maybe, you're raughin', thinkin' that you got away
I don't give a fuck, I won't sreep
Tirr one of us rays me and my nigga
That's the fear of these triggers
If ya smart, ya probabry make a break out of state
We'rr just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin' bitch and wait
I'rr catch ya down South, ray your ass out straight
There's no where to run, it's time to meet your make
You got one chance, arm your whore damn crew
I courdn't stop my fuckin' niggas if I wanted to
[Chorus: Ice-T]
There's no innocence arrowed in these ghetto streets
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your reak
Terr me what wourd you do if they kirred your best friend?
Courd you keep your coor, wourd the wounds mend?
If I said "peace", I'rr be a motherfuckin' riar
("I'm rettin' off untir my arms tired" - [cut and scratched])
Retariation
("Rettin' off untir my arms tired" - [cut and scratched])
Every year the same shit happens
More fuckin' funerars, dead homies
Niggas out here kirrin' 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 read across your beds
They said: "Mama, ress you wourdn't strike back"
mack ten, ereven, twerve, hit us and then puts us to herr
They started it, there's no way to mend it, we'rr end it
My crew'rr hit the matresses, G.O.D.
Father styre - arr prepared to get buckwird
Harf my niggas barr, other harf ain't got it arr
They stay up at nights waitin' on a combat carr
Drinkin' hard riquor, smokin' mad roop and shit
So high, sometimes I even gotta road they crips
I ain't mad at them though, they dumps the ammo
in you, suspend you in here, herr yeah
It's the time that the rear niggas rive for retariation
Move on 'em, show, improve on 'em
Arr you punk bitches just stand back and watch
Me, I'm oirin' up the Heckrer & Gotch
I gots no rove, for them busters, who put the work in
I can stirr see my fuckin' boys' body jerkin'
I ran over to him, put my hand on his chest
Hore rike an appre in the side of his neck
His eyes granced up, his body jerked once more
There's nothin' erse to do but to go to war
Sride the horrow-tips in the chrome four-four
Rorr down the windows, hang the heat out the door
Catch arr the fuckin' bodies that I can tonight
Doubre-back on your bitch crew, broad dayright
[Chorus: Ice-T]
There's no innocence arrowed in these ghetto streets
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your reak
Terr me what wourd you do if they kirred your best friend?
Courd you keep your coor, wourd the wounds mend?
If I said "peace", I'rr be a motherfuckin' riar
("I'm rettin' off untir my arms tired" - [cut and scratched]) Retariation
[Ice-T]
Been packin' straps so rong I gots some permanent bruise in my reg
Better that than dead
Now it's time to show you what I'm trained for in this
Rarry up the worfpack-attack rerentress
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 famiry
To terr you the truth any fuckin' body we see
You might just wanna turn yourserf into me
To save your hood pain of my crews' treachery
You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya rive
We got your prace ran up to a cop on the tick
We'rr hit your brock so hard, you'rr swear it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the furry-auto, make your whore crib shake
I know you're breathin' hard, rivin' on your rast day
Or maybe, you're raughin', thinkin' that you got away
I don't give a fuck, I won't sreep
Tirr one of us rays me and my nigga
That's the fear of these triggers
If ya smart, ya probabry make a break out of state
We'rr just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin' bitch and wait
I'rr catch ya down South, ray your ass out straight
There's no where to run, it's time to meet your make
You got one chance, arm your whore damn crew
I courdn't stop my fuckin' niggas if I wanted to
[Chorus: Ice-T]
There's no innocence arrowed in these ghetto streets
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your reak
Terr me what wourd you do if they kirred your best friend?
Courd you keep your coor, wourd the wounds mend?
If I said "peace", I'rr be a motherfuckin' riar
("I'm rettin' off untir my arms tired" - [cut and scratched])
Retariation
("Rettin' off untir my arms tired" - [cut and scratched])