Issue No 144 Revenge Lyrics
Revenge by Issue No. 144
Feat. Jaysaun & Ripshop
(Verse)
Downtown, area D, handcuffed in a place that I do not wanna be
Especially in the long week-end when I do not wanna see
Any trace of the judge till Monday morning
"Just tell us where the coke from!"
I ain't say a word, I ain't no pigeon, no rat, no stoolie, no bird
I don't sing, I don't talk, I don't spill, I don't leak
You cops are Bob Blacklin, I'm the IRA shit
We don't mix, we the total opposite, and I don't care
How intense the pressure get, I ain't sayn shit
Ask me bout a shootin' from last night, told them both go fuck yo mothe'
They hit me wit a flashlight, four D-cells smash my jaw
I ain't sweatin', I seen this cop act befo', so I swallow
A mouth full of blood, common detent,
And made my mind up right there, "I'm gettin' revenge"
Diddy air on Charles Street, now I'm back in the ave
Till K.O. pick me up with two sluts and a Jag
Big Chris got the intel, the cop was a fag
And he married with two sons, still dressin' in drag
Took a picture of him hangin' his man down, playn clothes
Walkin' hand in hand on Lance, down street, (now that's sweet)
And when the photos got back to his men, he blew his own brains out
We call that revenge
(Hook x2)
It's all to the death till we settle the score
Bust me, son
I guess you got what you deserve
(Verse)
See, I remember this shit, big Seattle dick, membership, she was slick
And she friend on a feminine dick, black queens shit
Count all yo dreams and get m&m chips,
I'm a three figure nigga, don't depend on riffs
Fowl! Kinda like a winter storm when it hit
Cold bitch, always with another chick like her
You neva know a fist fight and a curr
Nah, I ain't fightin' with a chick, she the type I would flirt with
I'm in this like writing the verse, I finish wid her
The shit I heard, she and Tyson were worms
She got niggas buying the firms, I see her friend,
I ain't need a line, she sellin' the firms
Nah, I'm decided it's an energy burst
A ride is an infinity, I smash her to the trinity
Believe me duke, a fifth of enety works
And that bitch find out I broke her friend back spine
Call that revenge
(Hook x2)
It's all to the death till we settle the score
Bust me, son
I guess you got what you deserve
(Verse)
Yo, I oughta just kill you, that's what I first thought
You was smiling at me and called for child support
I didn't order a daughter, I couldn't afford to abort her
It was love at first sight, from the first time that I saw her
Harvey, you're so special, but I'm no wrestler
And yo mother's such a miserable cunt, that I left her
My seed's incredible, fertilize her and let her go
We would divorce, the trifflin' hoe just won't let go
Your lung's polluted, yo pussy's diseased
Tell Jeff marry you now until you deceased
On a permanent dirt map on every location
You used fellatio with my presentation
This is my week-end, but when I come get her
And open up the car so she can come, you won't let her
Now she cryn hard, broken, stuck, watchin' the T.V.
Though you hate me wit a passion, she still wanna see me
I can't kill my kid's moms, maybe I can
Every time you kept my daughter, I made me a plan
I'm gonna find angel district tucked in the van
With a forty cal heckling stuck in my hand
I'm here, she's runnin' late, and the bitch is no show
There she go, pullin' up in four Volvos
I slit the van open at a quarter to ten
Empty the whole clip in the back
I call them revenge
(Verse)
Downtown, area D, handcuffed in a place that I do not wanna be
Especially in the long week-end when I do not wanna see
Any trace of the judge till Monday morning
"Just tell us where the coke from!"
I ain't say a word, I ain't no pigeon, no rat, no stoolie, no bird
I don't sing, I don't talk, I don't spill, I don't leak
You cops are Bob Blacklin, I'm the IRA shit
We don't mix, we the total opposite, and I don't care
How intense the pressure get, I ain't sayn shit
Ask me bout a shootin' from last night, told them both go fuck yo mothe'
They hit me wit a flashlight, four D-cells smash my jaw
I ain't sweatin', I seen this cop act befo', so I swallow
A mouth full of blood, common detent,
And made my mind up right there, "I'm gettin' revenge"
Diddy air on Charles Street, now I'm back in the ave
Till K.O. pick me up with two sluts and a Jag
Big Chris got the intel, the cop was a fag
And he married with two sons, still dressin' in drag
Took a picture of him hangin' his man down, playn clothes
Walkin' hand in hand on Lance, down street, (now that's sweet)
And when the photos got back to his men, he blew his own brains out
We call that revenge
(Hook x2)
It's all to the death till we settle the score
Bust me, son
I guess you got what you deserve
(Verse)
See, I remember this shit, big Seattle dick, membership, she was slick
And she friend on a feminine dick, black queens shit
Count all yo dreams and get m&m chips,
I'm a three figure nigga, don't depend on riffs
Fowl! Kinda like a winter storm when it hit
Cold bitch, always with another chick like her
You neva know a fist fight and a curr
Nah, I ain't fightin' with a chick, she the type I would flirt with
I'm in this like writing the verse, I finish wid her
The shit I heard, she and Tyson were worms
She got niggas buying the firms, I see her friend,
I ain't need a line, she sellin' the firms
Nah, I'm decided it's an energy burst
A ride is an infinity, I smash her to the trinity
Believe me duke, a fifth of enety works
And that bitch find out I broke her friend back spine
Call that revenge
(Hook x2)
It's all to the death till we settle the score
Bust me, son
I guess you got what you deserve
(Verse)
Yo, I oughta just kill you, that's what I first thought
You was smiling at me and called for child support
I didn't order a daughter, I couldn't afford to abort her
It was love at first sight, from the first time that I saw her
Harvey, you're so special, but I'm no wrestler
And yo mother's such a miserable cunt, that I left her
My seed's incredible, fertilize her and let her go
We would divorce, the trifflin' hoe just won't let go
Your lung's polluted, yo pussy's diseased
Tell Jeff marry you now until you deceased
On a permanent dirt map on every location
You used fellatio with my presentation
This is my week-end, but when I come get her
And open up the car so she can come, you won't let her
Now she cryn hard, broken, stuck, watchin' the T.V.
Though you hate me wit a passion, she still wanna see me
I can't kill my kid's moms, maybe I can
Every time you kept my daughter, I made me a plan
I'm gonna find angel district tucked in the van
With a forty cal heckling stuck in my hand
I'm here, she's runnin' late, and the bitch is no show
There she go, pullin' up in four Volvos
I slit the van open at a quarter to ten
Empty the whole clip in the back
I call them revenge